haiku collection #2
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lace-work leaves, or moons;
ropes and anchors hold them all
and never complain
over dark landscapes
countless stars have assembled:
a sleeper may wake
the rolling moon’s sigh-
“your fields my shimmering sea,
could I choose to stay”
novel constellations;
bluebells intent on being
closer than you know
branches large and small-
cut up the blazing heavens,
lay the blossoms down
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haiku collection #3
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spat out by the sea
I too embrace the least wave
risen from the depths
what has happened here?
all around devestation,
I start by blinking
universal eye,
the river sought deeper shade-
my heart is unsoiled
pleading ignorance,
my bridge that one day will fall
invites you over
these faded portraits
climbing stone steps worn with time
frozen light and shade
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haiku Collection #4
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willows hanging lower
and lower over the path,
even dogs must bow
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willow as witness
two broken fishing vessels
cast but one shadow
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willow reflections
suffer the grey leaf adrift
and the tailing carp
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the clearest of streams
cloistered with reed and willow
bright kingfisher eyes
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where has my love gone?
there where the willow grows
there leaden sorrows flow
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the willow rustles:
a pilgrim growing his beard
lingers at the stream.
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Haiku Collection #5
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I maintain
an invented world:
nymph and sage
cavort there
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A rift in the earth
where pioneers from both sides
know no different
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rambling rose in bloom
perfuming each stepping stone…
opening the gate
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an ocean by ear:
high excitement where the leaves
overlook the lanes
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beetle in the water,
this reed to save your soul-
withered and broken
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haiku Collection #6
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farewell my old skin
tattooed to amuse myself
words no longer true
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this joy so fragile
my moon so white and slender
a breeze could take it
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you sense the old man
with one more sad tale to tell
let star-gazing win
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what of the coconut-
atom wrestles ocean
for the fabled shore
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the man in the moon
disregarding all evil
takes a giant leap
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haiku collection #7
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to my amazement
a stone hung in the sky –
who could help but weep?
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responding with smiles-
the voyaging moon becalmed
in this child’s spy-glass
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grace in high relief,
partial sunlight realised:
this phase speaks to me
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grown old and faded,
children’s drawings under dust-
the moon has a face.
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swift through the branches,
slow across the milky way,
faithfully, the moon.
Adamwords 