Tag: Haiku
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UA Haiku Contest Submissions
Thinking about entering the University or Arizona Haiku contest. These are my probable submissions. Unfortunately, I’m only allowed to submit three… UA Haiku Contest Submissions gravel rocks and sandprimaries for zen gardensraked to ease the mind no winter rains camesince early Novembertinder and fire Arizona dreamsSonoran desert florabursting at the seams bright blue winter skyhigh…
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From My Winter Haiku Collection
Or again, from my Winter Wage-slave Collection… # 012 – Desktop In Winter Desktop in winter,cursor points at START button —mouse sits on its pad –LE
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From my ‘Winter Haiku Collection
From my ‘Winter Haiku CollectionOr, is that my ‘Wage-slave Haiku Collection’?…; -) # 010 mid January,my cubicle closing in —no help on the way –LE
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A Winter Haiku Wednesday
From my ‘Winter Haiku Collection’ #018 Snowblind in sunshine,dark barky spines protruding —sparrow-buds in bloom –LE
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Providence At Kennedy Lake
Providence placid lake mirrors skyheron stands with fishermen –waiting providence –LE –8/17/24
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Kennedy Lake Park Tucson
Kennedy Lake Park Tucson Mountains and treesMirrored in the water whileDucks and crows forage –LE – 7/2/24
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Sand Painting – Memoir Memory
Sand Painting Colored sand seeps inSanding me through open mindMandela gazing –LE Back in the late ‘90s, we went to the Cleveland Museum of Art to see a demonstration of Tibetan Sand Painting. Buddhist monks sat on the floor of the gallery making intricate mandalas on the floor before them with colored sand, placing each…
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More Haiku For A Day In Early June
A crow is calling,thrice, rest, thrice, rest, again thrice –rose-glass filtered sun. Jacob’s ladder climbs the sky,cloud-filtered sunshine –startled crows take flight. –LE
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Haiku For A Day In Early June
Sparrows’ songs sunshine,vapor trails across deep blue –dried-out worm… Sol’s prey? The sun’s dream, burningmy shadow on gray concrete –goat-head thorns abound. –LE – 6/9/24
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Fall Haiku
Fall of ’98 – Haiku Cloudbursts soak my clothes and shoesLeave me wet and cold –Web-bound bugs struggle Yellow Ash leaves are fallingCovers the green, green –The last mower sings In her autumn bedPassion tides recede and rise –The fan moans softly Wasting away inPoly-something cubes –Windows NT for our light Who in hell can…
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