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Some newer haiga

written in the sand

written in the sand
below the high tide line ...
his sweet nothings

without you

without you ...
tonight's twilight as gray
as this morning's dawn

Four Weeks of Ku-ish-ness

(Some with NaHaiWriMo prompts, some with only prompts from my mind)

2/26 closet
last spring’s rain ...
pulling its scent
from the back of the closet

2/27 garage
the scent of ganja
from beneath the garage door ...
summer breeze

2/28 kitchen
even in my dreams mother in the kitchen

3/1 gathering
recovery dance ...
piping plovers the first to return
to the beach

3/2 children’s book
slower now
at page turning yet still
this call of the wild

3/7 status
nervous stomach -
again the sea breaches
the dunes

3/8 line
morning commute -
the North Jersey Coast Line
whistles through the snow

3/10 erosion
battered soul ...
each new storm
remaps the coast

3/12
repeating
Our Fathers and Hail Marys
unable to sleep
I pray to those I have faith
will save me someday

3.14 pi
infinite boredom ...
his lecture on pi
irrational to me

3/17 sound
just before the alarm the deep silence of dawn

3/19
craving bodhi ...
I listen to the surfer talk
about why he surfs

3/19 shoes
waiting for Spring
the flip-flops lined up
by the door

3/21 learning
the clay in my hands shaped and reshaped

3/22
half here
half there
this half moon

3/23 glass
teaching me
the beauty of stillness ...
glass lake

3/26 key
cold night -
still one key on the ring
to an unknown lock

3/27 moon
worm moon -
is he planting seeds
in some other field

Morning

just before the alarm the deep silence of dawn

ku

new moon -
my face advertises
all my secrets

Sweep me up

I won't apologize
for some days wishing
the clouds would sweep me up
and cuddle me in soft, white, fluffy
oblivion

NaHaiWriMo 14 through 25

2/14 harbor:
morning fog ...
nothing but big fish tales
in the harbor cafe

2/15 orange:
all this snow filled day orange blossom dreams

beneath this roof
heavy with snow ...
orange blossom dreams

2/16 red:
his harsh words -
across the evening sky
every shade of red

2/17 black:
from my homeland -
a white envelope
with a black ribbon

2/18 green:
whatever the season
more shades of green
than I can dream

2/19 blue:
one brown, one blue ...
her see only me
until the bone

2/20 white:
sudden noise -
a flash of white under
his wing

2/21 turquoise:
summer of love ...
The turquoise of her toe ring
nestled in sand

2/22 living room:
winter of 64 -
in front of every TV the kids
sing yeah, yeah, yeah

2/23 bedroom:
black hole -
the lullaby of late night
television

2/24 bathroom:
the door locked
and the mirror steaming abstracts -
cabin fever

2/25 dining room:
family dinner
beneath his five o’clock shadow -
cross examination

NaHaiWriMo 13

high noon -
the noose swings in the shadow
of the gallows tree

NaHaiWriMo 12

winter fog
between two rivers
the road home

NaHaiWriMo 11

Pine Barrens -
the path of the storm mapped
in fallen trees

NaHaiWriMo 10

the first
to till the garden -
sparrows

NaHaiWriMo 9

not quite a glacier
but melting just the same -
my heart

NaHaiWriMo 8

snowy pines ...
mine the only footfall
in the forest

NaHaiWriMo 7

river mist …
beneath her pearls a hint
of milk glass breast

NaHaiWriMo 6

leaving no hint
of his footsteps on rice paper -
the Shaolin monk

(a nod to Kwai Change Caine)

NaHaiWriMo 5

my father's garden -
eggplant seedlings tucked
into the warm earth

National Haiku Writing Month

I'm going to try to post my February daily haiku on my blog as well as on the FB NaHaiWriMo page. Here are the first few:

Day 1 prompt: pasta
winter's chill -
warmth gathered around a bowl
of pasta

Day 2 prompt: eggs
chill wind -
the branches stripped of all
but this empty nest

Day 3 prompt: cheese
despite the holes
in his story -
oh that Swiss accent

Day 4 prompt: spice
winter sunrise ...
my dreams painted in colors
of rare spices

twenty seventh stone

the moon
painting such vivid shadows -
who knew?

twentyfourth stone

shaping words
the clay takes a form
all its own

twenty second stone

thoughts
of skipping stones
in this deep freeze

twentieth stone

I tell them first
before they have a chance to ask
no, I don't do it for money
this little bit of my soul
I've written and shared with the world

sixteenth stone

thirteenth stone

A gift from a friend. I look for the poets I am most fond of and read their haiku first. Can I be the only one?

eleventh stone

all day
nothing but gray
surrounding me
but for the conversations of strangers
and their colorful vocabulary

tenth stone

I was reminded tonight of a special group of friends and how much they mean to me. Ever since I began writing and sharing my short-forms poetry online this group of international writers has been supportive and encouraging, not only to me but to the group as a whole. When I went through open heart surgery 14 months ago I could physically feel the love and good vibes coming from around the globe. Now, today, when I am feeling tired and old and empty-headed and storm weary they are here again to encourage me. If I had magic powers I would gather them all in a great hall and throw a party!

sixth stone

their loss
so much greater than my own …
yet this winter rain

fifth stone

silent
and empty
this winter day

fourth stone

afternoon nap...
the warmth in the small
of these four walls

third stone

small joys ...
a dozen crystal beads
in the mail

second stone

post holiday ...
finally
a chance to breathe

first stone

reassigning
my expectations...
first sunrise

Close to Haiku ... a look back at my 2012