Haiku/Senryu
Elizabeth Howard
storm warning
thin blades of fog
windmill across the pond
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eye exam
doctor and I compare the ravages
of breast cancer
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hat in the wind
thistledown spins
over the hillock
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Irene Golas
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bitter cold—
the dog's bark
runs away from it
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postpartum:
I leave the hospital
cradling flowers
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mother's funeral...
the prickle of wings
between my shoulders
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Shane Bartlett
After ashes to ashes
the porchlight coming on again
at the old family farmhouse |
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cleaving another day from my life the crescent moon |
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New state
same sky
same stars
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Carlos Colon
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backyard workshop
a pull chain snaps the shadows
back into place
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traffic stop
Mercury aligns
with Saturn
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Labor Day
a kiteful
of sky
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Marian Olson
rising moon
suddenly
the white owl |
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a quiver and my dog retrieves his purity |
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surgeon
her face when she pulls off
the mask
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Laura Orabone
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summer storm
the sound before
the wet
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lonely night
the cats and I paint
all the doors red
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in the old sandals
my footprints
remain
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John Stevenson
a big diamond...
just imagine
the pressure
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morning clouds
blue bottles
on the windowsill
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her hug
makes me think about
what's in my pockets
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Ferris Gilli
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family reunion
a patch where bluebirds
used to nest
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morning sun
cupped in a mushroom
earthscent
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house for sale
incoming robins
circle a rain pool
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Scott Metz
the way
a firefly makes...
the two of us breathe
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daffodil scent
in every row
of the library
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afternoon rain...
again the simple sound
of Frogger...
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Petar Tchouhov
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full moon
an orange from the bowl
missing
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running water
moves
the dead fish
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night train
at the end of the corridor—
a firefly
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an'ya
no sleep
me and this errant
mosquito
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a starless backdrop
behind the crescent moon
scattered showers
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sunlit log
mantis hatchlings
pile high
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Saša Važić
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And so I stumble
through my dreams
sitting still in silence
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Far from home
gazing at the wing
of a butterfly
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Pedaling to the grocery
after my doubtful illness...
How fresh the air is!
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Kevin Paul Miller
sunny day -
sweet music fills
the busker's cup
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late afternoon
in a darkened room
light finds her face
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pawnshop window -
the moon's reflection above
my old guitar
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Vanessa Proctor
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underwater observatory
the grouper's eye
level with mine |
crescent moon the curve of a lyrebird's tail |
awake all night...
this hotel room
so far from home
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Stanford M. Forrester
Zen garden
watering it
with gravel
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the toddler's flashlight
left on...
August moon
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om-less
the crow too
-to Santoka & Hosai |
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