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afternoon lullaby
the steady cadence
of small drummers
***
tiny lamps
extinguish
until the last
***
not even trees
have enough shade
***
colorful cacophony
a flock of birds
take flight
***
refracted light
plays hopscotch on
a sprinkler's mist
***
window visitor
a sparrow joins me
for morning coffee
the steady cadence
of small drummers
***
tiny lamps
extinguish
until the last
***
not even trees
have enough shade
***
colorful cacophony
a flock of birds
take flight
***
refracted light
plays hopscotch on
a sprinkler's mist
***
window visitor
a sparrow joins me
for morning coffee
Literature
July Haikuthon
1.
press fireflies to
dirty ribcage, pulling
night's promise closer.
2.
make music
on lake surface to close eyes
to reflections.
3.
you are a lullaby
i sing
to sleep.
4.
i hear your voice
in the whisper
of waves.
5.
fingernails scratch
demons
in mind.
6.
autumn's snowflakes fall,
touched by wind; ground is a blank
canvas to their shades.
7.
mascara prints dawn pillows
8.
whispers
among ashes:
i'm here
9.
october scent
found in leaves, hidden
among letters
10.
yellow rubber
skims the surface;
quack quack.
11.
tiny prints
and children's laug
Literature
February 2009 Haiku-Wrimo
1.
winter rain-
an old pot fills
with moonlight
2.
sunrise...
birdsong falling
from the mountain
3.
just in time
for the newborn-
snow flurries!
4.
gang signs
on the old church door...
winter deepens
5.
stillness...
a cloud
of white breath
6.
deep
in the raven's cry-
southern drawl
7.
midnight walk-
between each star
the cosmos
8.
resting awhile
on Issa's death poem-
the fly
9.
morning thaw-
the bulldog's growl
softens
10.
loneliness...
leek soup cold
in the crock pot
11.
crows
becoming
dusk
12.
one cloud
the shade of mango-
winter's end?
13.
begging
in her
Literature
Love Letters
Love Letters
To the girl too excited to sit on the train, instead standing till her legs are tired and the straps of her bag cut into her shoulders –
Things won't be different. Change isn't a click-finger-and-it's-done affair – change is years and years of pain and joy that'll burn and sear you. Dreams don't float around in the air for you to catch in your tiny fingers and press to your quick-beating heart.
But keep thinking they do, and that change is as easy as that! – and the hope will keep glowing, and – who knows?
Maybe someday, dreams will drift like little bubbles in a swirling kaleidoscope of colour.
Don't
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as july brings with it haiku. 
these are my entries.
1. an afternoon thunderstorm.
2. fireflies
3. bloody hot out there.
4. happy independence day.
5. rainbows through the water.
(apologies, was not here very much yesterday to submit it.)
6. lazy morning
these are my entries.1. an afternoon thunderstorm.
2. fireflies
3. bloody hot out there.
4. happy independence day.
5. rainbows through the water.
(apologies, was not here very much yesterday to submit it.)
6. lazy morning
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1. I love thunderstorms, and you captured their sound with brilliance.
2. I remember chasing after them to make the little lamps. Wonderful imagery.
3. Sounds like where I spent 22 years of my life. Yay Midwest
4. Beautiful
5. I love looking through the mist in waterfalls (a similar effect). The only thing the sprinkler lacks is the roar of a raging river. Wonderful
6. Hmmm...makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside
2. I remember chasing after them to make the little lamps. Wonderful imagery.
3. Sounds like where I spent 22 years of my life. Yay Midwest
4.
Beautiful5. I love looking through the mist in waterfalls (a similar effect). The only thing the sprinkler lacks is the roar of a raging river. Wonderful
6. Hmmm...makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside