I love picking up
feathers. From what others lose
I find my way home.

When I say “I love you”
I ask for nothing; my heart’s
wish for you: blossom.

Mother’s hand in mine.
her breath laboring, until
the stars know her name.


About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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2 Responses to 3 HAIKU — LOVE

  1. Jim, these are simply (!) wonderful. I write short poems because I have little to say; you write them the way a walnut tree makes walnuts: food for the journey. Thank you, amigo!

  2. Rosemerry says:

    Wow, great comment, Joseph. Yes to that–these are wonderful short poems indeed. Aren’t we all finding our way home …

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