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morning coffee
hiding in the fresh-brewed cup
a new haiku
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Author Archives: haiku djean
windy days
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windy days —
lines of drip dry laundry
. . . all the tangled clothes
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mother said
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mother said
“Be polite!”
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possums, sparrows,
blue jays,
squirrels —
everyone shares
the cat food bowl
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time moves on and on
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time moves on and on
yet there is only back —
my heart locked forever on you
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meditation
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meditation
in the mirrored room
am I me
or my reflection
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windstorm!
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windstorm!
hanging wooden window shades
bang against the house
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after the storm
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after the storm
crossing drenched streets
in squishy galoshes
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(edit of post 12-2721)
holding you
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032419 – 836pm
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holding you
feeling you leave —
everything inside me
followed you
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the softest wool
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(revision of earlier haibunku post)
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*dreaming*
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the softest wool
my face
against your chest
your arms
around me again
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heard
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heard just before dawn do re me tweet tweet tweet birds preparing to sing
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sandstorm
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sandstorm
my scratched life
after hacker’s
sweet kiss
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Haiku 2022
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aphasia
living in fog
always on the edge
of confusion
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broken
my fingers smudge the glass
trying to touch your face
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wild spring winds
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wild spring winds
tangle sunlight
tangle trees
tangle storms inside of me
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all my parts
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all my parts
only half a whole
when your heart stopped
I felt mine follow you
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moonless night
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moonless night —
fireflies dance
across the sky
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picking wild plums
from Women Empowered 061722:
picking wild plums
seeing grandma
in my own gnarly hands
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my soul lost
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my soul lost
feeling you leave
walking
into
the sinking
red sky
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evening silence
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evening silence
holiday backlogged trash cans
finally asleep
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endless grief and loneliness
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endless grief and loneliness
my forever need
to touch you again
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starless nights
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starless nights
searching for you
on the golden moon
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heedless of lowered eyes
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heedless of lowered eyes
dust storm steaks
through city streets
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the language of trees
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the language of trees —
wild branches
send shadowed messages
in the wind
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glue sticks, Elmer’s, paste
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glue sticks, Elmer’s, paste
without you
there’s not enough glue
in the universe
to put me together again
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pictures
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pictures —
all the old-fashioned clothes
everyone’s best for the shot
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my darkest nights
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my darkest nights
reaching to touch your love
the kiss of sparkling stars
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my husband’s birthday
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my husband’s birthday —
there aren’t enough candles
to outshine heaven’s stars
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almost your birthday
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almost your birthday —
my wish
to hear your voice
to feel your touch
again
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still only spring
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still only spring
long dark nights
the stars
the moon
hide from the heat
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morning? night?
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morning?
night?
moonlight through the skylight
confusing me
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broken
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broken
to the bottom of my soul
living
without you
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songs of sorrow
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songs of sorrow
searching for your face
in the golden glow
of the moon
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wildflowers
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wildflowers!
all the colors and hues
of hay fever
blooming each spring
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at night
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at night
even shadows
sleep
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spring rain
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spring rain
blue jays bathe
in the cat food bowl
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losses
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losses . . .
she can only hear on speaker phone
lurkers everywhere
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a widow’s undending grief
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a widow’s undending grief —
turning the calendar
to your birthday month
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forgotten memories
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forgotten memories
sneak up, unexpected —
the widow’s cry of pain
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days of endless rain
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days
of
endless
rain
watching
the cactus
grow
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cool spring morning
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cool spring morning
snuggled
in warm winter quilts
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dark silent nights
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dark silent nights
waiting
for the 3am
freight train’s call
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alceon ku 