.
winter darkness
a load-bearing wall
collapses
.
deep winter
they compare the size
of their rifles
.
(winter darkness, Modern Haiku 43.3; deep winter, A Hundred Gourds 1.4)
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walls
(tumbling-down)
.
Modern Haiku 43.1
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April 20 (Sundown)
.
.
sundown the way walls stop casting shadows
.
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(NaHaiWriMo prompt: Walls)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 21st:
Eyes
See this post for an explanation of what this is.
See the NaHaiWriMo website.
See the NaHaiWriMo Facebook page, and contribute haiku there if you want. (It doesn’t have to have anything to do with this prompt. It’s just a suggestion.)
April 19 (West Wind)
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.
.
west wind
the rain arrives
without you
.
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(NaHaiWriMo prompt: Wind)
.
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 20th:
Walls
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See this post for an explanation of what this is.
See the NaHaiWriMo website.
See the NaHaiWriMo Facebook page, and contribute haiku there if you want. (It doesn’t have to have anything to do with this prompt. It’s just a suggestion.)
March 11: Family Haiku
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I didn’t have anything today. I wanted to post but I just was … empty. I was sick of my voice. Didn’t feel like talking anymore.
Then I looked around at my family and suddenly thought, These are the voices I want to hear instead. So we went out for pizza and I took a notebook and I solicited phrases from them. Phrases about what had happened to them this week and about the first signs of spring. We talked about stuff and I kept writing things down. Lots of scribbling and dead ends.
We got home and I looked at the scribbles and I put some things together and read everyone a haiku I had assembled from the pieces they gave me. I made sure they approved of them. And here they are.
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My mom (visiting from New England, where are stone walls all over the place, including her back yard):
snow melting
my stone wall
reappears
.
My husband (spent last weekend cleaning frantically to prepare for my mom’s visit; has terrible teeth):
spring cleaning
the last tooth
capped
.
My son (claims he told me a long time ago that he needs new boots):
slush
new holes
in my old boots
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So what’s your family up to these days? Anything worth writing home about?
October 2 (The wall through the woods)
the wall through the woods —
separating things that are no longer there
May 25: 3 (Wall Between Our Houses)
the wall
between our houses
unattended peonies
Red Dragonfly 