Haiku/Senryu
Aurora Antonovic
pressed between the folds
of his letter –
violets
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at the cemetery
wishing I still belonged
to someone
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in the moonlight
whispers of Keats
against my neck
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vincent tripi
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Stop where i
intend to build a pond
look-up at the moon |
also a road kill the carpenter ant |
Carousel...
the grasshopper riding
anywhere |
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Ed Higgins
splitting wood
the axe arcs
deep into winter
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on the path
going barefoot
to dance
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over the barn
nightwind
nets the stars
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Vladislav Vassiliev
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giving in
to softness of your hands -
daffodil |
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fast train
a young couple kissing
non-stop
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empty perfume bottle...
the last remaining hints
of morning haze |
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Marian Olson
roadside gust
the hitchhiker lets
her short skirt flare |
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to the horizon
mounds of snakeweed mimic
white clouds |
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cosmos surrender
to the hard rain
end of summer |
Jim Kacian
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different again tonight the same stars' wobble |
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up into the sky
the airplane rides
my belief |
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Deborah P Kolodji
gleaming water
tide pools exposed
by the moonrise |
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cucumber salad
the cold look after
a breakup
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seagull moon
the sky still blue
this evening
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David Giacalone
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squinting to see him –
another generation
sent to right field
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fallen blossoms –
soon
just another tree
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mom's arthritis
acting up again–
I take two Advil
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Francine Porad
beachfront continuum . . .
within each turbulent wave
a tumble of stones |
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in the fabric’s
swirl pattern
faces |
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French movie
with Spanish subtitles—
the plot thickens (I think) |
Frank Critelli
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water's edge —
my own cupped hands
full of sunlight |
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turning Japanese —
her flushed face
on the white pillow |
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October —
the tired clicks
of the last cicada |
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Helen Buckingham
starry night...
his turn
for the nit comb
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bedridden spring...
head-to-head
with the leylandii
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buried
in the sports pages:
yesterday's daddy-long-legs
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Laryalee Fraser
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new neighbors —
apples hang on both sides
of the fence
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a star
from out of nowhere
her smile
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new winter boots
the moon arrives
on the front porch
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Bruce Ross
heat lightning
with the deep rumbles
the crickets |
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4th of July
silence of the fireworks
from a country road |
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not minding
the drizzles at all
water lilies |
Margarita Engle
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nearsighted
I reach for a scrap
of light |
after a nightmare moon on still water |
country road
between weeds and barbed wire
a drifter's guitar |
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Andrew Riutta
apple wine
his story better
the second time
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midday heat
the carpenter's tool belt
full of plums
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the back
of a woman's knee
endless summer
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