sunday morning ...water parts dreamilyfor the blood
as if luckis ever enough ...hei-tiki
familiar strain ...the echoes from his pastjerk the strings
lune rousse ...a mortician concealsthe face of death
behindher 'nothing' nothing
icy wind ...the hidden agendaof autumn
the acheof her beauty -ah, that ankle!
she peelsaway seven veilsone at a time
beyondthe big banga word
Dear John --he squints betweenthe lines
icy sea ...a poet carves icebergsinto haiku
murky pond ...a child searchesfor the moon
hints of war another divisionin the ranks
reading Keat's ode on melancholy ...we burst a grape
starless night ...I find my wayon my own
chilly stars ...I savour the emptiness of what is not yet
rising sun ...dew drops trembleinto mist
lenten path ...we separate the crossfrom the crucified
morning light ...the heavens no longerso vast
bitter fruit -never knowing how pearstasted to you
harvest moon ...when the rain has spentdawn returns
lenten fast ...he sets his sights onbreaking yokes
famine relief ...the viewing publicchanges channel
lonely street -tonight she projectstwo shadows
the silencebetween hidden stars -your words
beauty pageant -worshippers inflate a living doll
star gazing ...ancient light staggersover the hill
tree shadowsswollen with plums ...summer's end
morning prayer ...an orchid absorbsthe sound of bees
Simply Haiku - Summer 2012
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