MARTIAN DEATH RAY

Where fear, terror, and the death ray rule the night.


A Summer Haiku For My Mom

To use a poetic form that is best suited for one language to compose a poem in another is always touch-and-go. And haiku is one such form. I think this works better as two lines rather than three. Traditionally, haiku contains a seasonal word that places the work within the seasons.

I wrote this in August of 2005 after seeing a small kite hung up on power lines and remembering how when I was a child, my mom and I entangled a kite on nearby power lines. I remember looking at my mom mortified and saying: “Wait ’till dad sees this.” My dad was not amused.

for my mom
Summer-colored kite and a boy’s hot tears
Hung up with high-tension lines.

©2005 Kent Gutschke.  All rights reserved..