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

9 Haiku


Concert in the park—
did I suddenly land on
Planet of the Young?

Cupped in my still hand,
loosely curling upon itself—
a strand of her hair

Building’s long shadow
darkens a little park’s lawn—
downtown traffic noise

*

Scratching the sidewalk,
a twisted brown fallen leaf
like an old hawk’s claw

Invisible bird
sings peeSOO! peeSOO! peeSOO!
while the hammers bang

Fall solemnity—
afternoon cup of coffee
under cold grey skies

*

Toward the tall buildings
I walk among tightfaced crowds—
downtown loneliness

Hands jammed in my pants
and dressed like a fallen leaf—
November morning

Gleaming like a grin
among cold unblinking stars—
autumn crescent moon



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9 Haiku



Nobody but me
at a grey morning bus stop—
What? did the world end?

Plane like a dragon
lifting into dusky skies
with burning red eyes

Jostling morning train—
seated pair of pretty girls
doing their homework

*

This fastdashing train
hurtling toward the horizon
might pierce the sunrise!

Dishes are dirty,
master of meditation,
your garden’s unkempt

Rustle at the door
here at the edge of the world—
our mail must come last

*

Lone man rummaging
through a downtown garbage can
looks a lot like me

Red clay baseball field
pristine in the cold morning—
summer is over

Thick history book
resting closed on the lap of
a girl on the bus



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Live Right



He was the king
Of a single thing
And then the rest of him
Fell away

He chased his whims
It was all for him
And he shoved the rest
Out of the way

Live right
Through the years
Live right
Through the years
When everything is set up just to take you down

One day he woke
And he was feeling broken
But he kept doing it
All the same

And in the end
He said life was bad
He was the victim of a
Losing game

Live right
Through the years
Live right
Through the years
When everything is set up just to take you down

The winners lose
And we all must choose
Just how we’re gonna
Ride this ride

The honest grace
In a lover’s face
Shows a hint of what
We can find

Live right
Through the years
Live right
Through the years
When everything is set up just to take you down



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Pray In That Direction



Pray in that direction
Pray to get there too—
The devil never sleeps so
The angels sing the sweetest blues

Save yourself from crying
Make your life anew—
You’re standing on the brink so
Consider everything and choose

It’s time for love and laughter
It’s time to break on through—
What’s tender shows its glow so
Keep rolling with the flow so true

We’re babes in a thick forest
We’re flames upon the moon—
This arrow’s good to go so
Let’s shoot this baby through the roof



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19 Haiku



Lone seagull cawing
in the blue above green pines—
Please! Please! Don’t leave me!

Bicycling to work—
low growl of breath, and fog damp
on a grinning face

The sputtering flight
of a sparrow in the rain—
sparkling umbrellas

*

Crow on the roof of
a government monolith,
rasping his complaint

This face staring back
at me from my coffee cup—
I resist judgement

Three quiet birds stand
on three thin telephone wires—
grey backdrop sky

*

Staggering mammoth
on the train station platform—
couple embracing

This celebration!
Bright explosions in the streets!
I hide in my house.

In the misty fog,
shrilling his proclamation—
crow on a trash bin

*

Climbing concrete hills
I am my raincoat’s hanger
in a sweaty mist

Dressing before work
I trace each tooth with my tongue
and then tie my shoes

A lone morning dove
cooing in the sleepy fog
on a long black wire

*

Metal tunnel drone
of an aircraft overhead—
then a chilled stillness

Cloud baby waving
from his fleecy bassinet—
enjoying the ride

Purple mask laughing
in the curl of a cloudpuff—
now a grouchy priest!

*

Sparkling golden leaves
crown wind-rustled cottonwoods
on the river bank

Yoga at sunrise—
just noticing a noble
face in the tree’s bark

Window to dark woods
shows a sudden fluttering—
just a passing bat

*

Rattling cicadas—
summer music makes me breathe
slowly, like a cloud



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Crack in the Ceiling

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