The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Saturday, June 21, 2014
1706.
A switch of season
with little changed but the need
to be surrendered.
Friday, June 20, 2014
1705.
Romantic notions
mean nothing when the actions
remain so hollow.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
1704,
Perhaps those people
who walk into the sea just
want the tide's washing.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
1703.
I remake your words
into dreams and then blame you
for those stars falling.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
1702.
This heart comes as a
heavy burden stuffed full of
life's empty promise.
Monday, June 16, 2014
1701.
Behind my ribs is
a well bent on heart's drowning
in the rage within.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
1700.
The idea of a
man often means more than role
or reality.
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