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[Ryan]

Her body broken,
the lighthouse keeper's daughter
haunts night's rocky shoals.

Her pale, tidal gaze
combs waves and decades; empty
as a heart betrayed.

[Ryan]

Rachel wrote: "Although I gave birth
I am no mother standing
At this plot of earth"

Rachel - what stunning writing! So very clever.

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the light forgave me.
a soft hand that moved the sea-
stirred a hope in me.

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a gossamer there.
below the iron stairwell.
shining in the sun.

[Rachel]

Ryan wrote:
Rachel - what stunning writing! So very clever."

:D Thanks!


A bright ray of gold
Reveals silken canopies
Proceed with caution

[Paula Tohline]

caution does not save
yet rash impulse can sew fools
in shrouds just as well

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intercede within
arrest the moment with Love
recollect the wind

-reject the ulcer
or -and cross your fingers

:)

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Paula Tohline wrote: "caution does not save
yet rash impulse can sew fools
in shrouds just as well"

Love this!

The wisdom of threads
Adorns itself with feathers
Plushy place for birds

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Cat wrote: "Paula Tohline wrote: "caution does not save
yet rash impulse can sew fools
in shrouds just as well"

Love this!

The wisdom of threads
Adorns itself with feathers
Plushy place for birds"
or - hereabout the birds.

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Blue sapphire heartbeats
overlook the red in me
swimming toward the night.

or

Blue sapphire heartbeats
blinking (or swimming) toward eternity
disseminates me. (or disseminates breath)

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A green bugar bug
with a smile on his face
blames his own dang self.

(Mucinex)

[Guy]

The green booger there
Was seen as an elephant
Though it was so small.

[Paula Tohline]

A change of lenses
Revealed there was no booger
Just a witch's mole.

A curse turned It green,
made sure it could be seen, to
Prove haiku is dead.

When true art goes bad
The talents poets once had
Becomes snot discourse.

[Paula Tohline]

Whatever happened
To cherry blossoms in spring,
Sakura? Sake?

[Nicky]

Or, my favourite proud
Tree whose long delicate leaves
Dance, window framed.

[Guy]

It was the sake,
first and last, that birthed the snot.
But where is Tao not?

[M]

Horror-struck, she glanced
toward him, polished nails, but
of one hand clapping

like the faded strips
of an old signboard, in a
windless dream flapping.

[Guy]

Lol!

[Paula Tohline]

LOL does not
any sort of haiku make.
But laughs are good, too.

[Rachel]

Must a poem rhyme
To gain renown ev'ry time?
Ouch, my wounded pride

(Sorry, unrelated.)

A giggle in verse
Is sometimes hard to transcribe
Hee hee ho ha ha

[Paula Tohline]

A hearty Ha-Ha
With some added Ho-Ho-Ho's;
Is that what you mean?

[Ryan]

hiding in a pause
between her laughter and tears
a maelstrom threatens

[Nicky]

gunmetal grey on
cobalt sky, the ominous
cumulonimbus.

(And good night all!)

[Guy]

Nicky, nice.

Excellent Ryan! Wow, so very good.

Fun Rachel and Paula! :-)

[Ryan]

Guy! Hello and thank you. How are you this weekend?

[Guy]

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On my dark grey days
to find myself with others
who will laugh out loud,
is the joy of senryu
colourless and without words.

[Guy]

Hello Ryan! You are welcome and I am reasonably well. (I am managing to steal an odd moment or two to get some Haiku in.)

I see your writing is exemplary as ever! And how are you?

[Rachel]

Adamantine eyes
Slice daggers through your facade
Sick'ning truths bleed out

[Ryan]

with a switchblade gaze
and guillotine smile, she slays
hearts surgically

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Summer hail laughter
On a bleak Maundy Thursday
Sheepwash fragrances

Sheer or Maundy Thursday=confessing of one's sins

(Sheep wash=a place where sheep are washed)

[Ryan]

(Nice, Cat. I love the bleak Maundy Thursday)

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Thanks, Ryan. Your haiku inspired mine. :)

[Ryan]

on a blue Sunday
echoes of night's ambrosia
wake buttermilk thoughts

[Guy]

Blueberry muffins
Of soured buttermilk made
Made the maid's man smile.

[Paula Tohline]

Man, oh man! The scent
of heavenly fruit rises
to kiss a man's nose.

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Stir about with fruit
a stodge with sliced bananas
A midnight mercy

stir about=oatmeal & cornmeal porridge
stodge= heavy, filling food

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©the hoofs of moonlight
on the surface of Town lake
want to race my heart.

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Paula Tohline wrote: "Whatever happened
To cherry blossoms in spring,
Sakura? Sake?"

©
Sestet of branches
The fiddleback of your waste
Sake on a Sunday

The leaves are the words
on the cherry blossom trees
The fragrance of verse.
©
I am obsessed with that symbol now, Paula. :)

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Cat wrote: "©the hoofs of moonlight
on the surface of Town lake
want to race my heart."

My race, Houyhnhnm
endowed with a special sense
that makes water think.

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Nicky wrote: "Or, my favourite proud
Tree whose long delicate leaves
Dance, window framed."

The osage orange tree
where I reach out for breakfast
a vapor of rinds

[Rachel]

Hanging low and ripe
Swollen oranges fall free
Kissing waiting palms

[Guy]

There fell out of time
within the instant the pith
of life's full roundness.

[M]

How shall I describe
the roundness, while avoiding
circularity?

[Ryan]

Haha!

[M]

I hoped someone would get a laugh out of that!

I haven’t been keeping up very well. In #6866, “with a switchblade gaze / and guillotine smile” are great images!

[M]

Thank you, Alex!

[Ryan]

Thanks, M. I'm still chuckling at the roundness :)

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M wrote: "How shall I describe
the roundness, while avoiding
circularity?"

hehehe

[Rachel]

Nutritious circles
Are envied by starving squares
Whose mouths do not fit

[Paula Tohline]

And perhaps some fruit
Could better be described by
Their rotundity