Since before the beginning
of time there was time.
The essence of forever.

Gilbert Benevides - Haiku

Human conscientiousness.
An illusion which keeps the figment
of existence from extinction.

Gilbert Benevides - Haiku

Bone-white moon.
Rising in slow graceful arcs -
prodigal mistress of the night.

Gilbert Benevides - Haiku

His thoughts are bereft
of the ink he must have
to write new words

Gilbert Benevides - Haiku

The beseeching violin sang.
Its resonance cast into the nightly breeze.
Searching for redemption.

Gilbert Benevides - Haiku

The edge of the world.
If only he could find it.
Perhaps he’d jump.

Gilbert Benevides - Haiku 

Holding a candle over
his work, the poet read the lines
one last time before surrendering.

Gilbert Benevides - Haiku

As the wind
invades its branches.
The tree begins to sing.

Gilbert Benevides - Haiku

Caribbean blue.
So blue you’d think it were
the sky’s own blood.

Gilbert Benevides - Haiku

Reborn each night.
Memories become beautiful abstractions
deep in the blue water of our dreams.

Gilbert Benevides - Haiku