Archive # 29

 

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 If you choose to use
a magnifying glass, know
that you will find flaws.
 
 
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A winter sunrise,
the wind wakes my face, the air
makes steam from my breath.
 
 
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Tanka haiku: 
 
Two well-worn pathways,
begin from where we’re standing.
Both lead to sunsets.
    Choose to walk the dusty trail,
    for paved paths hold no challenge.
 
 
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Repressed laughter still
echoes through the chapel of
the funeral home.
 
 
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There’s nothing greater
anyone can give us, than
our own awareness.
 
 
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 That their love endured
such long separations, showed
hearts of tempered steel.
 
 
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 At her mom’s bedside,
with no blessings to bestow,
she could only cry.
 
 
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 Through a painter’s eyes,
and a poet’s soul, you’ll find
beauty in the world.
 
 
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Double haiku:  Oreos and milk
are the double martinis
of the pre-school crowd.
 
 Plate-fuls of cookies,
like magician’s assistants;
blink your eye, they’re gone.
 
 
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 Do you ever stop
and think about how diff’rent
your life might have been?
 
 
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I saw a robin
this morning, perched on a branch …
wearing a sweater.
 
 
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Waiting patiently
for the next train to New York,
I make up stories.
 
 
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Singing counterpoint
lets harmonious couples
blend their diff’rent tunes.
 
 
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On my stroll last night,
I met a man that I knew
in my distant past.
 
 
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Friends never bother
with your harshest critics for
they know your true heart.
 
 
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Will you dance with me?
We can waltz through all life’s storms,
if you take my hand.
 
 
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The candidate spoke
for more than twenty minutes,
but convinced no-one.
 
 
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He was so sleepy,
he spread the raspberry jam
on both toast and hand.
 
 
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Double haiku:  Her heart wept when she
found some old love letters and
forgot who wrote them.
 
Love letters revealed
the seeds of her broken heart
and now, the harvest.
 
 
 
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Shadows thrown upon
a brick wall by passing cars,
flee into doorways.
 
 
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