As I led/
him in, my bracelets tinkled/
a quiet tune.
Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
Hidden from others/
cradled in the stairwell’s curve/
a first kiss.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
Moon drawing/
back, curled and fading, among/
thrusting stars.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
After you leave/
under my boots, leaves crackle/
on dry grass.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
Umbrella/
dome. Streets windowed in plastic/
rimmed in rain.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
Bluebell heads,/
top-heavy, swung by breezes/
shaking no.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
Satire show/
played too loud. Barista smirks/
as he serves.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
On our way/
out, stopped in the doorway by/
a huge moon.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
Then you smile,/
ice-cream or sun lotion, smudged/
on your cheek.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
Night presses/
the window. Our neighbour’s tree/
waits for light.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
Fumbling in/
rain. Cell phone, umbrella and/
pack of crisps.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
Dusk thickens,/
swallowing the white roses/
and the door.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
You rise and/
leave. I sit into warm space/
left behind.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
Her keyboard/
clicks out a chapter or two/
through his snore.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment of Creative Presence
Park walking./
The time of bluebells, your hand/
in my hand.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment Of Creative Presence
Morning run/
Gladstone Park. The lady bathes/
sun rises.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment Of Creative Presence
Cool with rain/
a branch invites my forehead/
to bow down
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment Of Creative Presence
A thousand/
colors in the summer yard/
mostly blue.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment Of Creative Presence
Sunday love/
lasts longer than the weekly./
Quite like both.
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Today’s Haiku: A Moment Of Creative Presence
Clearly poor/
dirty and not young. They laugh/
together.
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