hiroshima

The clothesline is bearing the burden of a criss-cross patterned shirt, heavier after getting drenched in a surprise downpour. The day is lilting in its element, darkening around the edges and blurring along the contours, rising and setting with the turn of the clock. The slanting drops cut through my vision into a polyamorous light, filtering through the canopy of stringent off-white clouds. I am reading about Hiroshima. I am thinking of the drop that produced that cloud, one of its kind, one of its limitless rapture. I am swallowing water like the collective guilt of mankind through my gravel-like throat. The voice has escaped the realm of my mouth and I am holding on to this moment of decadent peace, perhaps awaiting its end into slivers of raindrops.

nature’s momentum —
tears fall down from a razed sky
in an even flow

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my vision splintered
by the slanting fall of drops —
a distant cloud roars

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For dVerse Haibun Monday

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rinsed

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my empty page rinsed —
words drip down the rain cloud peaks
in a stream of greys

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Image source: Grey Clouds Painting by Paula Baader

Raucous

with blow of wind’s might-

even the sun seems to sway

fire streaks on sky

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lifting a lone leaf-

the wind reaches for the sky

grey clouds come alive

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raucous of green leaves-

a poet sits underneath

plucking unkempt grass

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For Heeding Haiku With HA at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie.

Balloon People

balloon people-

under the visage of night

warming in flash bulbs

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*For Bastet’s Pixelventures: People.

Plea

breathless is my plea

under satin sky of dawn

selfless wanderings

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For Carpe Diem Special # 88.

Kite

going away-

a kite unbeknownst

its string cut

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For Carpe Diem # 453.

Charming

charming summer clouds

as the endless night goes on-

star songs of the flute

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* For Carpe Diem Special # 87.

Desire

crescent moon-

I desire to melt

into the night

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the ladle of dreams-

a desire urges me to hang

by the arms of night

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the twinkle of eyes-

a spectator there glimpses

as I hug the wind

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For Carpe Diem # 437 and the haiku prompt at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie that I am hosting this week, Free Writing To Nature. Come play along.

Companion

companions-

one with the rose stem

prickly thorns

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For Carpe Diem # 436.

And that comes out to be my 100th post on this blog.

Awed

brightness of this morn-

collecting seeds that didn’t grow

I’m awed by stillness

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touched by a warmth-

all these colors seem at awe

of the heat-giver

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For Carpe Diem # 435.