Second love

Bewitched
by her charms,
can I ignore
the lure of second love
this time?

non-stop rain
the constant nagging
of her mother

Football

football fever
she hugs his pillow
for company

First day in school

raindrops sparkle
on the mushroom's top
first day in school

From my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves

Grandfather's day

my first
granddaughter Jasmine
calls me last night
to share her love
on Grandfather’s day

Black Day of September

by Victor P. Gendrano

(Dedicated to the victims of the
September 11, 2001 tragedy)

I see many faces in New York:
face of hate of the perpetrators
face of death from workers and passengers
face of death of facing death
face of despair for unuttered love
face of panic not knowing where to hide
and what to expect

but also
face of faith calmy accepting death
face of love comforting each other
face of compassion from the public
face of caring for the wounded
face of grief of kins of those who perished

the face of death is everywhere
death of lives
death of hopes and dreams
and
death of peace


- From my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves

My Haiku Way

Some comments from fellow writers, September 4, 2009:

nora said...
Poignant, Victor. Think of the radical change in the world if everyone followed your haiku way!

Paul said...
Long may you walk that beautiful way Victor.

Alan said...
I agree with Nora and Paul. ;-)

My reply:
Thank you very much Nora, Paul and Alan. To elaborate a little about what I was trying to say. I welcome and embrace any and all moments handed to me be it from nature or fellow humans. I am dealt a card and I go from there, either try to improve it or enjoy and soak on its presence. And maybe write a poem or two about the experience.