autumn haiku d’automne – waves in the gale = vagues dans la tempête


autumn haiku d’automne - waves in the gale = vagues dans la tempête

waves in the gale
crashing on shattered shoals -
shipwrecked souls

waves in the gale 620

vagues dans la tempête
qui s’écrasent sur les bancs  -
les âmes naufragées 

Richard Vallance

winter haiku d’hiver – wild stallions = étalons sauvages


winter haiku d’hiver – wild stallions = étalons sauvages

wild stallions dash
through snow and whipping wind –
overexposure

wild stallions in snow 620

étalons sauvages
qui courent à travers la neige –
surexposition 

Richard Vallance


funny winter haiku d’ hiver rigolo – she’s a blowin’ hard! = l’orage est si fort !

she’s a blowin’ hard!
well, shiver me’ timbers!
me’ arse is froze off!

shiver me timbers 620

l’orage est si fort !
le navire bascule !
mon cul est gelé !

Richard Vallance

By Many Roundelays, a sonnet


By Many Roundelays, a sonnet

by many roundelays 620

for Ludwig van Beethoven, and his Symphony no. 6
in F major, “La Pastorale”, III, Allegro, “Sturm” 

Our Earth, from space, goes spinning, Queen of Spheres,
composing clouds in rounds of roundelays,
so thrilling them they rain allegro tears
all over greening fields by stormed-in bays.
As stallions madly wing on lightning hooves,
they beat the Seven Seas, and break the calm.
They race to hem the hale moon in, that moves
their fears to tear us from our smug aplomb.
Our prayers are vain! They’ll never acquiesce
in any urge to quell our fears of gales,
our foibles sins to them, the stallionesque!
For who can take to heart their stunning tales?
   If they run mad, though I may be God’s fool,
   would poets foam for them where full moons rule?


Richard Vallance, © 2013