Daily Haiku Blog

This is a lesson in diligence, habits, and dedication.

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The End.

The End, period!

Goodbye, and thank you, farewell,

with this last poem!

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September 9th, 2016

Roots exist now, deep;

not just idea sprouts, green,

but brown, earthy, broad.

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September 8th, 2016

The snowman escapes,

runaway robbery of

elves’ toys and gumdrops.

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September 7th, 2016

Green spaces, laundry

in the breeze. White linen lines,

a modern cut frame.

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September 6th, 2016

I’m not listening.

More problems exist than yours,

this one’s a doozy.

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September 5th, 2016

Apply some thought, please.

Not just guess, and hope the best.

This chessboard does kill.

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September 4th, 2016

An inaccurate

movie, clown makeup instead

of time chiseled jaws.

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September 3rd, 2016

Standard night owl

bracketed stars in relief.

Backdrop? Not so much.

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September 2nd, 2016

Trees in reflections,

refracted chlorophyll breathe

warm radiation

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September 1st, 2016

She hunts for birds, creeps

silently, but a bird’s eyes

sees, and she’s thwarted.

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August 31st, 2016

Bees buzzing through smoke

not quite docile, not alarmed

though worried a bit.

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August 30th, 2016

My computer ate

this poem with a loud crash,

sometimes you lose work.

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August 29th, 2016

Blank scene, set dressings

still in storage, typewriter

just starting to cool.

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August 28th, 2016

One stitch and not two;

mend what’s in need, leave the rest,

don’t overwork dough.

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August 27th, 2016

Trees talk, you know that?

Maybe not much, but enough

to make friends and foes.

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August 26th, 2016

Egg wash and sugar

over moth-ridden flour,

fresh from the oven.

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August 25th, 2016

A crowd bellows smoke, sole stomps soot, eyes blaze alight, sirens lurch away