Haiku/Senryu
Ann K. Schwader
fox
on the shed roof
his thoughts his own
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wind chimes
answer each other
winter's end |
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blue flax
back from the roots
clearing sky |
Gregory Hopkins
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stormy night
I read her letter
out loud |
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so cold
the moon
bends
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sunset
the shadows
of our lives |
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Perry D. Guevara
in the grey winter
cold she blooms
origami flowers
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my eyes
blink a lot
like the stars
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she sleeps on a hill
beneath the man
in the moon |
Keith Heiberg
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sudden gust
in the maple:
forgotten rain |
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changing his mind,
the child orders
the rain to fall
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now that the mushrooms are up
the moon can set
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Keiko Izawa
I'm thinking
thinking, thinking. . .
crescent moon
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occasionally
our heartbeats synchronized
autumn moonlight |
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measuring his love
in the last ice cube. . .
summer night |
Carolyn Hall
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new yoga stretch
flood waters begin
to recede |
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lakeside walk
the sunlit glow
of a red umbrella
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homeward-bound . . .
down through the clouds
snow-capped granite
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Patrick Frank
my son tells me about the darkness inside himself |
crickets sing inside and out waiting for Linda to join me in bed |
the cry of a solitary bird just before the creation of green
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Ashley Rodman
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gravity
the countless stars
of butterfly weed |
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light curves
in the tomcat’s eye
blood moon |
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nude
in the rose moss
a clay pot |
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paul pfleuger jr.
with you
at the back of my tongue—
the East River |
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the lives I've led
by this dark river
only in name |
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in the depths of autumn
merely something
we slap together |
John Barlow
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a well-endowed
marble god seed pods
pop in the heat |
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old pier . . .
a shoal of small fish
rain-ripple the surface |
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splattered black
a fisherman paddles
ink from a squid |
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Lynne Rees
at the top of the hill
I am still
the same size |
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a raindrop
balanced on a leaf of grass –
someone is crying |
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bright star
shining close to the moon …
my emails unanswered |
Bruce Ross
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Earth Day
a faded blue trail sign
on an old tree |
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branch by branch
up the old pine
spring wind |
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spring morning
slower than the clouds
two crows |
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Robbie Gamble
my side of the bed
her side of the bed
fall equinox |
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dead deer
on the highway shoulder
fifth of July |
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muggy night
deep in the fridge
radishes |
Margarita Engle
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insomnia
the night blooming
jasmine |
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levitation
the lone cloud
above its shadow
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moonflower
the fragrance
of names |
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