desert of the night
curtain edges becoming
light & blue & you
.
haiku
Category Archives: Day
blur
a murder of nights
thrash of sheets inked grittily
‘tween slither of days
sound of now
so , perhaps one day
i’ll howl , for now , quiet hums
come , become louder
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dull
already, it is
quite dark — it has
not been
light
all
this
tuneless
day
.
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rose
woke : profusion of
musky-wild-sleepy kisses
blossomed into day
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non days
morning’s ; cloud cover
brief in spring or young summer
lingers in winter
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the daily
art of forgetting
i’m learning leaving bread crumbs
for small birds to eat
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perfumes
rampage of flowers
trapped in his sun-warmed garden
me-free as sweet bees
.
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substance
the night becomes her
the night becomes day and this
becomes her as well
.
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