The shift in seasons
forecast but unexpected
too sudden to leave
the windows open
for even one afternoon
we just opened them
moon more visible
moon took off their mask too soon
atmosphere undone
will it be colder
tomorrow or will today
keep on repeating
what makes a season
so long end so abruptly
like it wasn’t there
things staying in place
things no longer a result
of telling apart
this might be all that there is
Tag: Haiku
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OctPoWriMo 17
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OctPoWriMo 16
Voices in my head
so much of my life and times
ringing in my brain
makes no sense at all
is what remains is what remains
on the edge of the
Hoover dam I am
I will stand guard over you
see a little light
I know you still care
hardly getting over it
I can’t change your mind
I apologize
all these sins I know so well
next generation
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OctPoWriMo 15
Categories change
words do not mean other words
except that they can
provide meaning to
those who don’t know what they mean
how mean people are
academies slip
slowly into the mainstream
ambiguity
applied to pages
labels are meant for canned food
sustenance to live
words only connect
with voices to intone them
we are who we are
what we owe to each other
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OctPoWriMo 13
I thought we agreed
at least some of us agreed
or none of us did
society is
ridiculous and we should
not participate
some of us thought that
meant we should burn it all down
others just let them
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OctPoWriMo 12
One more day of clouds
before the next day of clouds
looked at from both sides
at the beginning
of the day and at the end
the sun breaking through
not enough for clarity
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OctPoWriMo 9
Choreography
after so long not moving
side by side by side
makes you forget how
the loneliest body is
also still lucky
to wake up aching
short of breath not knowing if
the new routine will
stick to synapses
worn down by dull atrophy
and repetition
or if the making
was always there just waiting
to break a few legs
restless but caught in
suspended animation
like a clock that lasts
for at least a thousand years
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OctPoWriMo 8
Running out of things
to not say about the things
I can’t put to words
these status updates
masquerading as line breaks
broadcast to ether
either quit writing
or to sleep feeling empty
a false choice really
writing every day
makes possible the next day
and another day
silence the voices
who would make you keep quiet
by writing them down
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SeptHaikuWriMo 24
A surprise to find
accumulation of cells
printed on paper
inspire such response
the future unexpected
collected to see
here we are waiting
Joshua Keiter 