Sun bright as the moon
darkness at the break of soon
trees flip their fingers to say
don’t use us this way
Tag: Haiku
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AprilPoWriMo 15
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AprilPoWriMo 12
On top of everything
they’re back
the buds on the trees
as if overnight
were enough time
for a rebirth
such cyclical efficiency
like clockwork
even amid inflation!
do they think
we might not notice
looking down at our phones
well I noticed!
now it’s already too warm
and with the pollen
I fell asleep watching tv
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AprilPoWriMo 9
If some assembly
is required then there should be
storage included
to snap into place
stationary or rocker
flexibility
is key no clue where
all this stuff will go after
a few months of use
perhaps handed down
to a place in the attic
forgotten by dust
spine bookmarked pages
easy to remember how
it can be folded
and unfolded for
travel or storage from one
place to another
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AprilPoWriMo 6
Ground saturated
rain gone except for the clouds
pierced by tops of green
waiting for winter
to pass may take forever
no longer needed
bleakness is balanced
by what might be more bleakness
but for the instinct
created by everything
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MarPoWriMo 29
The endless drive made
slightly more tolerable
by a roadside sign
inscribed on cardboard
sentiment unmistaken
to wit: Russia sucks
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MarPoWriMo 20
How many of these
stories survive the telling
on the other side
continuity
comes between generations
how far the line goes
depends how it’s told
the shaking from side to side
only amplifies
the signal to noise
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MarPoWriMo 18
Doing normal things
on a normal street
in a normal town
with normal people around
is kind of extraordinary
no matter how long it lasts
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MarPoWriMo 7
Cloud cover over
wind blown through open windows
temperatures plunge
lethargy relief
will we find an alternate
source of fuel before
burning to oblivion
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MarPoWriMo 6
If the world is in
a constant state of conflict
occasionally
alleviated
by a love story or two
time a process of
colorization
throngs from another era
try to board a train
that’s going nowhere
fast a trip into the past
which just keeps rushing
headlong into a future
that we cannot see
now love has no words
love just sits there witnessing
Joshua Keiter 