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I sip my coffee
each morning in March
outside the window
swelling buds redden
turn to gold, chartreuse,
then full-on spring
Fellow poet, Tabatha Yeatts, will be featuring poems in two languages for National Poetry Month, which starts on Thursday. She asked readers of her blog to contribute a short poem. Read more here. Here is my attempt, illustrated, of course.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
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windows
open again in
spring--oh!
...the barking, barking
les fenĂȘtres
s'ouvrent
Ă nouveau au printemps--oh!
...les aboiements, les aboiements
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definition of paradox
my second dose of vaccine
delivered by a member
of the military
I've marched against
war for fifty years
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pandemic year two
the old signposts have
been worn away
now's not the time to
realize that moss can grow
on all sides of a tree
I'm not going to call this a haiku, nor is it a senryu. I think of it as a quip.
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March 17th:
New England boiled dinner's
day in the sun
In years past I've forced many a hyacinth bulb. The flowers were always full and fragrant and an inspiration for many of the poems found under the label, "hyacinths and other flowers." The photo below is the best of the four bulbs I attempted to force this year. The rest barely poked up their heads before shriveling.
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forcing hyacinths
during this pandemic
the wait unbearable
and in the end
delight for neither
eyes nor nose
Starting this week, Haiku Sticky day will be on Wednesdays.
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