sprawled on the sidewalk / the blue-gloved cop takes her pulse / the city walks on

 haiku daemon of chaos dumping your smashed peas again love you little beastdaemon of chaos / dumping your smashed peas again / love you little beast

Haiku rising with the heat a canticle of summer song of cicada poem by peter galen masseyrising with the heat / a canticle of summer / song of cicada

Evensong, King’s College Chapel

Our days are longer than glass, longer than
Stone, longer than light and air, longer than
The waters of this softly flowing river that will
Pass, rise, fall, and pass again while we speak
These words, sing these words. Our days are
Longer than prayer or scholarship, than ambition
Or boasting or riot or sleeping or waking or food
Or kisses or the bright exalting summer of youth.
They are longer than sorrow or rejoicing or love
Or bones turned to powder. Our steps trace and
Retrace the paths of echoing generations, and
We are indistinguishable among them. For a
Thousand years has the black-haired girl sat in
Choir and stared black-eyed, and for a thousand
More will she sit and stare. We will speak these
Words, sing these words. For centuries the man
Has sat dry in his faith, and for centuries more
Will he sit. We will speak these words, sing these
Words. The dry man will find his faith and the
Black-eyed girl will look up. We have no need
For rushing. With our words and our singing
We make this glass and this stone the great
Still center of creation. The long grass moves
From the breath of our words. The trailing
Willows sway from the breath of our singing.
The river flows softly while we speak and we
Sing. These words and this singing pass from
Mouth to mouth and their living is continuous.
We do not matter at all. Our broken ineluctable
Particulars are translated into these words and
This singing, and we are made whole by them.
When the windows are blank cold darkness we
Speak. When the stones glow skin warm we sing.
There is confidence in our words and endurance
In our singing. The softly flowing river passes.
We speak and we sing.

Thanks to Philadelphia Stories for publishing Evensong, King’s College Chapel in their Summer 2018 issue.

with a thousand sighs / the storm hushes through the trees / rain begins to fall

Haiku between particle and wave Peter Masseyon the field of time / between particle and wave / there the soul dances

poem just saying an INSPIRATIONAL quote with line- breaks IS NOT a poem (and adding a picture doesn’t help).


an / INSPIRATIONAL / {!!!} / quote with / line- / breaks / IS NOT / a / poem / (and adding a [picture] doesn’t help) [frowny face]

Haiku 173 We The Beautiful Unknowns

we the mysteries / we the beautiful unknowns / even to ourselves

Haiku About Love

Haiku Love Peter Galen Massey Your Supple Machinebeguiling motion / thrum and fire of my life / your supple machine


Haiku Love Peter Galen Massey Lick Me Like Candyi am warm honey / i am sweet cream and cherries / lick me like candy


Hundred Yellow Suns Haiku Peter Galen Masseytoday we woke up / to a hundred yellow suns / on the blooming tree


my heart is dark haiku love peter galen masseymy heart is dark and / dramatic. my body aches / for you. be impressed


Haiku Peter Galen Massey See Me As I Amsee me as i am / every woman has the right / to be beautiful


Haiku Peter Galen Massey Shimmering Sea Blue Daythat shimmering sea / that blue day when our hearts burned / brighter than the sun


Peter Galen Massey Haiku Love Map Worldour love was a map / to a better world. so how / did we wind up here?


Warmer Than Your Skin Haiku Peter Masseyno gold more precious / than this light, no pearl’s luster / warmer than your skin


Peter Galen Massey Haiku Hungered for Your Smellno one will know how / i walked these rooms and hungered / for your smell like food


So Bright Is Love Haiku Peter Galen Masseyso bright is love we / see the shadows of the dead / even in the dark


Haiku Peter Galen Massey All Love Songs Are Truei heard no music / until the music was you / all love songs are true


These haiku about love are the seventh garden of my haiku collection, seven gardens. Haiku in English are unrhymed, three-line poems which are often in a 5-7-5 format of five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second, and five syllables in the third. Haiku are especially distinguished by cutting (“kiru” in Japanese) in which the poem is cut into two sections which juxtapose two elements, which can be an image, an idea, a mood, an emotion, or an experience. I follow the 5-7-5 format but ignore cutting as I please which is different from many modern haiku poets, who do the opposite.

Readers of this collection of haiku about love will notice they tell a story and the haiku speak in two voices. This was not my original intention. These haiku were written separately, over a period of years, and not in the order presented. I discovered the love story and the voices that speak it while arranging this “garden” of haiku and in the process discovered … as the well worn phrase goes … that the whole was greater than the sum of its parts.


why such a hurry / while the coffee comes enjoy / the light on the trees