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February 27, 2012
Catch Up Haiku - Days…14 ~ 23 nahaiwrimo

The windows rattle;

kissing your hand, i get up

and lock the shutters.

i listen to you

venting your frustrations, then

close your lips with mine

she comes in winter

talarias by the door

snow falling quickly

it was just autumn

when I said I liked your wig

cancer moves so fast

I watch him —click clack

walking with his umbrella

during summer drought

we, the two of us

on all fours, up the talus

to see tulips bloom

we queue up to cross

the Styx river, where Peter

reincarnates us

a queue of geese swim

across the pond, to beg us

for our week old bread

the opera is not

so moving as her kisses

under a half-moon

this pool of water,  

a summer shower’s remains

waiting for my foot

February 12, 2012
Laundry and Mountain - days 12 and 13

I watched as you hung  

our laundry; the shirts billowed  

in the summer breeze

(laundry)

since that night alone  

when i look into her eyes  

I see the mountain

(mountain)

-

As a side note, I’ve been getting a lot of views on these poems. I’d love it if someone would “photo reply”. I think that the visual arts and poetry go so hand-in-hand that we should encourage collaboration. 

February 10, 2012
Jam and Kitchen - Nahaiwrimo Days 10, 11

Jam:

I lick inside the

jar like feral dogs dreaming

of sweet muscadines

—-

Kitchen:

my grandmother said

kitchens are where love bakes, then

she kissed my floured nose

—-
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And something from @PoetryFound 

Short, terse, unfriendly,
Yet sometimes quite emotive;
I am the Haiku.

What Poetry Form Are You?

February 9, 2012
Nahaiwrimo - Day 9 Take 2: Ice

Seeing no one, I removed my clothes and slipped into the icy gulf.

February 9, 2012
A Joke Haiku for Nahaiwrimo - Fire and Ice

With profound apologies to Mr. Robert Frost:

Fire and Ice:

Some say the world will

end in fire, others say in 

ice; some say zombies

February 8, 2012
Days 7 and 8 NaHaiWriMo

Grief:

Back when she held me

slender arms brushing my skin

I never knew grief

—-

Hat:

Hunter’s cap in hand

a few words, then cold silence

over the fresh earth

February 7, 2012
National Haiku Writers’ Month

So, I should have been posting for this all along, but I didn’t find out until four days in and then I went out of town to visit my in-laws. So to make up for lost time, here are the first five days all lumped together. I should have day six out later today. Writing prompts are from the National Haiku Writers’ Month Facebook page and are being given in alphabetical order.

Apple:

I reach out to stroke

her cheek shaped like an apple

so luscious and ripe!

Bear:

with winter so mild

in his dreams, he can still smell

pollen on the breeze

Catfish:

breaded and pan fried

the only thing that’s missing

is my hushpuppy

Beagle (Dog):

waiting by the door

jealous she sniffs my whole leg

she knows where I’ve been

Frame:

The door framed her shape.

As she stepped out and away,

mosquitoes entered.

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