Haiku
.
illuminated liquid
.
morning swaddles your
skull ~ lights your eyes intensely
while you pour your tea
Haiku
.
illuminated liquid
.
morning swaddles your
skull ~ lights your eyes intensely
while you pour your tea
Haiku
.
illogical repast
.
‘ you need to read these’
came the whisper over toast
butter, marmelade
Haiku
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illegitimate abstraction
.
when read out loud these~
crackled~ laced as they were~
with thickest magicks
Haiku
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the illiterate witch
.
tiny spell book, thick~
with precisely scribbled pic~
tures meant to perplex
Haiku
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illegible breakfast
.
the whole thing started
with the gift of a thick book;
tiny handwriting
Haiku
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there are flowers there
up in the bluest sky there
where you are dreaming
Haiku
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Grotesque hawkers call
Picturesque veg, fruit, fish, meat
Roses, violets, sweets
.
n.b
The raucous noise of market callers used to fill the streets of London and other large towns in England. Each one distinct; gratingly musical calls to buy the fare on offer. Sadly, it’s all going silent as other ways of marketing vie for our attention.
Haiku
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little steam train breaks~
down in a bramble tunnel half~
way to Walsingham
n.b
Passengers had to wait half an hour for a Diesel engine to come to the rescue. Rainy and cold and carriages open to the air. The train did not have the decency to stop near any of the abundance of blackberries that had been passed on the interrupted journey. Heigh-ho!
Would anyone like a refund, the conductor asked…..
Dragged back to Wells station, never to reach destination
Haiku
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Men cannot be seen
Preening in mirrors. They must
Trust they’re the fittest.
n. b
as I watched a young woman checking out her face in a pocket mirror on the bus, I pondered that one would never see a man doing same in public.
women’s insecurity is big business and thus encouraged. no shame in it
we need to stop trying to look our best and just be our best
no reflection meant
Haiku
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The fool’s leap of faith
A new step every day to
Paradise or bust