Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

10 Haiku

Bright orange poppies 
exploding out of a crack
in the paving stones

I don’t stop the cat
from swatting at a big fly
razzing through the house

Warm late spring night—
against a lavender sky
shadow people pass

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New lemon blossoms—
the cat rolling in the dirt,
its coat shinier

The sun’s reflection
in a puddle of water—
soft rain is falling

The cat’s eyes widen
when a fire truck screams by—
fading summer dusk

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Little black birds poised
on strands of telephone wires
in a huge blue sky

Jade and caramel
pebbles shining on the beach—
my pockets are full

Blinding silver waves
crash and tumble toward the shore—
a surfer rides them

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Reading old haiku
in the early summer dusk,
cat curled on my lap



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This Can't Be Wrong

Like a flash on the water 
I know this can’t be wrong
I catch a glimpse of the order
Man it’s been so long

Oh I know this can’t be wrong

Birds abound in the bushes
Singing swirling songs
I stop my rushing and hustling
And linger on the lawn
 
Oh I know this can’t be wrong

I found a friend in a dream one time
After she’d been dead
And through a sky of a smile
This is what she said

Set your feet down
In this deep ground
Right where they belong

Set your feet down
In this deep ground
Get yourself back home

I fell in love with the laughter
Glowing in your eyes
Now I know what I’m after
This is paradise
 
Oh I know this can’t be wrong



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Another Fate

Hey there mister can’t you see 
Something’s burning down in me
It gets so hot I’ve got to scream!
I know you know just what I mean

When you’re not at home you’ve got to
Roam that lonesome road

I was schooled and I was ruled
With phony maps and broken tools
But when I knew that I was fooled
I knew I had to make my move

You see something flash through a crack
And you can’t turn back

So many things that I was told
Just empty noises dead and cold
There’s so much more than what is shown
I’ve got to find it on my own

Flee this emptiness you hate
And find another fate



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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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