Poems by RELEE: Thin Hymns and Fat Haikus

Thin Hymns and Fat Haikus

A Thin Hymn:

A late winter storm is on its way.
Today I hold the sun in my hand,
But already I am cold
In the part of me that is tomorrow.

poem and black and white image from Thin Hymns
© 1995 Richard Lee

Fat Haikus:

I am drifting off to sleep. A hymn
    plays softly on my Sony. But somewhere
from another room I hear an alarm
    of ancient warriors: Wake Up. Wake Up.

Souls made of memories. Mom and Dad on
    the mantle. Who I am on my driver's license.
Who I will be in newspapers yet to be printed.
    And here I am, unknown to any of them.

© 1995 Richard Lee

Thin Hymns:

I am asleep in the next room. A song
plays softly on my Sony. But some-
where from another room, I hear an alarm
of ancient voices: Wake Up. Wake Up.

I awoke at 3:30 in the morning.
Someone was calling my name: Richard
Richard Richard. But who? I was dreaming.
No one there. Richard is answering anyway.

© 1997 Richard Lee