.
old abandoned house
yet everywhere you look —
bright red strawberry fields
.
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old abandoned house
yet everywhere you look —
bright red strawberry fields
.
.
field of red roses
kissed
by morning dew
.
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homework abandoned!
boarding school
dinner bell
.
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the Milky Way —
breathing in starlight
our hearts
together again
.
.
stifling heat
and yet
delicate white flowers
cover all the shrubs
.
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in the white bowl — summer!
oranges
apples
lemons
limes
and
tangerines
.
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our forever love —
our souls alive together
in the rising sun
and wrapped in evening’s glow
deep red on the horizon
.
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artist’s palette —
all the colors
of love
.
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life everywhere —
the sheen of the sun
glistening on glass
.
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summer solstice —
young grocery clerk excited
mispronouncing new word
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This blog, haikudjean.com is currently where the domain iamhaiku.com lands. I’ve been trying with no luck to get iamhaiku.com to point to, and then become the primary domain for iamhaikud.com but so far with no luck.
The iamhaikud site is simply a back-up duplicate of haikudjean so the things to read at one site are the same as the other but if I can ever figure out how to point iamhaiku.com to iamhaikud.com it would make a lot more sense, at least in my mind.
scrambled up site names
reinforce my confused life
my scrambled up brain
.
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last day of spring —
summer’s pressing heat urging
frozen coffee drinks
.
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meditation
·
following my breath
I celebrate
all that was ours
.
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red thread
our hearts sewn together
forever
.
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beneath the weeping willow
kittens pounce and roll
hiding in the shade
.
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the ever changing sky —
white clouds turn pink as the sun
sinks into night
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v2
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the ever changing sky —
white clouds turn pink
the red sun
sinking
into night
.
.
lazy day
along the river’s edge
butterflies
driftlng by
.
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the midnight moon —
everywhere your love
is shining on me
v2
the midnight moon —
ln the dark
there is only your love
shining on me
.
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merry-go-round
spiders cling
to the ceiling fan
.
.
all the colors of the rainbow
every summer
picking new zorries
.
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chirping crickets —
songs carried
in the evening air
dancing
on the flowing stream
.
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deep in the shadows
sleeping black cat
covered
with white flower buds
.
.
springtime magic —
slowly from the chrysalis
a new butterfly
.
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the wind
too soft to feel
and yet —
daddy’s wind chimes!
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setting sun —
the deepest reds
burning the horizon
.
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a bucket of flowers
from deep in the woods —
wild orchids!
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daddy’s gone
and his house —
where went
my saved forever
cement handprints?
.
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through the moonlit mist
stars twinkle and shine —
which one, my love, is yours?
.
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stacks
of
tiny
fabric
squares
all
colors
and
shades —
grandma’s
latest
quilt
.
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evening darkness
brings night’s magic —
dancing fireflies
.
.
dawn
the silent lake
the
magic
of floating swans
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