The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Saturday, January 23, 2010
207.
Where mute, I could do
nothing but watch this movie
cast in memory.
Friday, January 22, 2010
206.
As dumbstruck in awe
by the undulating waves,
I stood motionless
too long, and it all
enveloped, sucking me down
into the stilled scene.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
205.
The colors were so
fathomless that even as
each stand went missing
to the eye of its
beholding, another one
erupted upward
to take its place. With
delusions an ovation
to all existence.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
204.
And together, like
carnival clowns, we fell down
into its passing.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
203.
It was as if the
sky had stopped moving. The air
sucked the deep black in-
-wards, and folded its
corners, edge against each edge,
toward the center.
Monday, January 18, 2010
202.
Softly subtle in
eye's design, immutably
telling me all the
secrets held, through all
the ridges of gentle breath
trembling upon mine.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
201.
As our tongues finish
their touch together, molding
meanings like such clay.
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