Haiku Sticky #603

 

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Text:
 
and just like that
there's the school bus
...August
 

Haiku Sticky #602

 

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Text:

a few roses
from the supermarket
...rain continues

Haiku Sticky #601

 

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Text:

two huge thunderclaps
the next morning wondering
if it was a dream

Haiku Sticky #600

 

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Text:

third day near 100
all rational thoughts
sweated away

Haiku Sticky #599

 

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Text:

distant thunder
the chatter between crows
continues

Haiku Sticky #598

 

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Text: 

 

Lunch, June 2021

Reunion of old friends
after the pandemic.
Same old, same old
never more welcomed.

Haiku Sticky #597

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Text:

temperature in the 90s

spider runs up and down
the kitchen wall

where it finds the energy
I don't know, but I can't
stop watching it in awe
 

Haiku Sticky #596

 

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Text:

it's been a year since
democracy took a direct
hit of tear gas

the devil waved a bible
with a look of defiance

who is left to pray

 

Haiku Sticky #595

 

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Text:

Sunday drive...

a Deer Run Road in all

the small towns

Haiku Sticky #594

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Text:

the ending leaves
her weeping in the driveway
--audiobook

Haiku Sticky #593

What's really sad is that "the other guy" seems to have cloned himself and is now living with several democracy destroying room-mates. 

 

 

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Text:

three plus months gone by

"he-who-shall-not-be-named"
now with the sobriquet
"the other guy" and

still living rent-free
in our heads

Haiku Sticky #592

 

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Text:

first lilac sighting
an overwhelming urge
to rip off my mask

Haiku Sticky #591

 

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Text:

I sip my coffee
each morning in March
 
outside the window
 
swelling buds redden
turn to gold, chartreuse,
then full-on spring

 

Happy Haiga Day!

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.

 

 

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Text:

windows
open again in spring--oh!
...the barking, barking

les fenêtres
s'ouvrent à nouveau au printemps--oh!
...les aboiements, les aboiements

 

 

Haiku Sticky #590

 

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Text:  

definition of paradox

my second dose of vaccine
delivered by a member
of the military

I've marched against
war for fifty years

 

Haiku Sticky #589

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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Text:

March 17th:
New England boiled dinner's
day in the sun

Haiku Sticky #588

 Starting this week, Haiku Sticky day will be on Wednesdays.

 

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Text:

snow recedes

is that a bit of green

I see?

Haiku Sticky #587

 

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Text:

rain again
kicking off the blankets
reluctantly

Haiku Sticky #586

 

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Text:

Covid vaccine

the size of the needle

scares her

Haiku Sticky #585

 

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Text: 

Prayer on the Eve of an Ice Storm

If there is to be ice tomorrow,
let there be sun the day after
to stun us with the brilliance
of a convergence of opposites.