He stole her best years.
All he left her was his love:
flawed and cracked; she smiled.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Flawed and cracked”
He stole her best years.
All he left her was his love:
flawed and cracked; she smiled.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Empty, too”
Our pockets empty
we compare mythologies
under the eclipse.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Empty”
Empty as pockets –
midnight to devastation –
we delude our myths.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Delight”
Is delight just a word
or will I find its candle
resting in your smile?
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Strawberry moon”
Strawberry moon ripens, /
descending the night sky /
into fields of dreams.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Defined”
Love is not defined /
except by the open heart /
and pain at parting.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Defined”
Love is not defined /
except by the open heart /
and pain at parting.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Straggler”
The straggler grieves /
for the love he left behind /
fading into daylight.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Love is…”
Purple Iris after a rain.
Love is a flower. /
Often too short a time /
but always a wonder.
Monday (morning) writing joke: “Faking it”
There once was a writer ignorant of history, /
For whom dates and names were a mystery. /
Did it happen there? /
Did anyone really care? /
It let him tell the story so simplistically.
Filed under 2017, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
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