The wind and the truth, /
Whirl on fall’s brittle edge: /
Leaves and love are brown.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Truth”
The wind and the truth, /
Whirl on fall’s brittle edge: /
Leaves and love are brown.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Endless”
The rooms are endless, /
Like stars in the universe /
In my summer’s dream.
[Editor’s note: This takes the same idea as last week’s haiku and takes it in a slightly different way.]
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Infinite”
Infinite the rooms, /
yet empty the mansion – /
Save one with flowers.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Darkness”
Darkness is my end. /
There is no empty god –/
Only the moist fear.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Churlish”
Lumpy, churlish clouds /
banging against the horizon, /
bloodied by the sun.
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Random Acts of Poetry: “White feathers”
White feathers and flat tires: /
Lost dreams to which we aspire /
Ride the wild wind and rocky road /
As we struggle through life’s occluded code. /
We plug in experience and face neglect. /
We bet on love with a gambler’s regret. /
We dare to be bold, but run a timid race, /
Girding our loins, defending our space. /
The night is young, but the day is old. /
The young seek mercy; the old only scold. /
Wisdom is a feather forgotten by the roadside. /
We leave nothing to chance, not even the rock slide. /
We bury our tomorrows in things we bought /
And deal with the past as if it were a bill best forgot.
by David E. Booker
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Bruised”
Bruised, you come to me: /
flowers darkened into night, /
love purpled by regret.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Clouds”
Heat builds through the night,
in weather and in desire:
clouds of rain and sweat.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Specters”
Parking lot specters,
swabs of color under lights,
form toward their day’s work.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Autumn’s fingers”
Back into darkness
again falls early morning.
Autumn’s fingers grip.
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