Haiku & Photography
1,011.
My midnight sun grasps,
Hands alive and warm through the
Cold hours of the dark.
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1,012.
Clouds, silvered with Dawn
Are the envy of Stones; They
Dream of weightlessness.
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1,013.
Trying not to
Curse at other drivers; I
Might cut my tongue out.
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1,014.
Bounty of gold, skies
Clear; the spirit of summer
Lingers into fall.
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1,015.
Red balloon, loosed to
The atmosphere, makes spiral
Play of winds and cloud.
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1,016
The block and Neptune’s
Breath balance my weight from
Mercury and Mars.
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1,017.
Sunday steams and suds;
The Laundromat is packed this
Early hour.
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1,018.
The way your skin is
Drawn makes incense of the mind,
Climate of the heart.
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1,019.
Looking east, Mountain
Wears a crown of light. The sun
Rises. Summer ebbs.
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1,020
There’s art and terror,
Walking those fine lines between
Subversion and hate.
to stalk the fragrance
of the illusive artsman the craft
thrown lasso of understanding
“D” / om…Well DONE !
Ah, the craft, with her
Puppet strings – she snares my heart
And she makes it sing.
“bereft” @ antagonymist.wp
and, as I said for all
t’isn’t the end of race that determines
but gentle brush in stall
For all the miles are
Transitory while the hearth
Keeps its measured place.
that voice is familiar
it IS clear from those many miles
we should catch their origin
Then follow the sly
Western wind to the land where
Moonbeams start again.
okay I’m stymied, but will return with a brain wave
: ) No worries – I find the further the sun sinks, the less my mind works.
Oh, wow, Ryan. Love these. I chuckled at this line:
“I Might cut my tongue out.”
I have never liked Haiku as much as when you write them. You make them so accessible, yet still so poetic and beautiful too.
So thank you.
Thank you!
Seriously – I have an atrocious potty-mouth when I’m driving. I try to stop but it’s so hard. Lol.
Thank you thank you thank you.
When I started this practice I wanted the haiku to take the place of my Facebook status. As such, I really tried to keep the language realistic and natural while engaging in the poetic. I’m glad you find them accessible – that was the goal.
looking up, i see
collections of thoughts align’d
worthy thoughts, worthy
Like telephone lines
We strive and toil to find an
Order in this life.