The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Saturday, October 10, 2009
102.
Laughter fills up the
heart, exploding out from eyes
in shining glory.
Friday, October 9, 2009
101.
The dark sings gentle
lullabies into the light
glow, down from the moon.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
100.
My heart is littered
with all the ongoing works
of hope's small trials.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
99.
Today is my day.
My day, my day. Today is
my day. And not yours!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
98.
It almost hurts, how
very careful they are, from
learned memory.
Monday, October 5, 2009
97.
The beating of this
heart is resounding in the
dull aches of my head.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
96.
I am forever
embraced amid the riot
of feelings held like
inexhaustible
threads, linking me to you,
through our history.
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