Haiku/Senryu
Dietmar Tauchner
via appia
i walk back
in time |
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deep inside you no more war
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lilac scent
all the secrets
we share
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Carla Sari
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river stroll
he talks
about his life of crime |
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moon eclipse
I wax
my facial hair
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beauty contest
the lissomness
of wild deer
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Deborah P Kolodji
moon rock
behind the glass
summer divorce
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the whine
in your voice
mosquito fish |
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the wait
for low tide
starfish
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Miriam Sagan
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pink lily smell—
a hunger
I can't fill |
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a small quarrel
Venus and Jupiter
conjunct the moon
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facial tic—
snow coming in
off the plains
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Graham Nunn
only silence in the shell
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at dawn
snake
shedding
autumn leaves |
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almost a poem spring rain |
Diane Wakoski
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A hummingbird, red
throat poised over the roses:
the dream I forgot |
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How different we
are, despite our love for truth:
Fiddlehead and Bibb
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If only music
had filled the cathedral. Not
sandals, whispering.
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Charles Trumbull
lying abed
awakened by
worm-getters |
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a pile
of adobe bricks
she won’t change her mind |
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how can I believe
the words of the woman
in the heishi necklace? |
Robert Hecht
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clearing fog
hills and sky
redraw each other |
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opened peach
my heart feeling
its dark center |
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garden store
Buddhas sit
according to price
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A. Thiagarajan
up the hill-
a girl pulls me
and my headload
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autumn evening
at every episode he asks
who is the hero, who is the villain |
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sleepless-
she sees a number
in her palm
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Bruce Ross
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an old wall
just an old concrete wall
summer haze |
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time and again
the spider misled
summer rain . . .
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short sea ferry
the young girl's hair
up to the clouds
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Laryalee Fraser
sway
of the harvest moon
the barn door open
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northern lights...
the distance between
words
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suitcase packed —
the weathervane
points north
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Francis Masat
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noon –
a boy steps in and out
of his father's shadow
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humid night
across a field — soft sounds
of people
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October moon –
ghosts and trick-or-treats
disappear
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Ian Daw
first incision -
a sparrow vanishes
in the sun
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bells fading in the wind drifting seeds
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winter dusk -
the wood grain fades
to wood
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Helen Buckingham
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foxes
fight over
the last of my dream |
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old school
the coldness
of the triangle |
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| Indian summer
another half-cup
left in the flask |
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john martone
lichen
book
won’t
tell me
who
you are
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a fallen sycamore’s
getting
up again |
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this
snail
shell’s
trans
pa
rent
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