The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Saturday, September 24, 2011
816.
Renewal found in
slow blinks and soft slumber. A
starlight's paradise.
Friday, September 23, 2011
815.
Finally, a break.
Waves crest, ebb, and hope washes
up. Clean and fervent.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
814.
Arms out, reaching, yet
growing steadily more tired.
Redundant motion.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
813.
An underwater
play of slow motion, stuck
on outs, stuttering.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
812.
Circuitous turns
of a tedious pattern.
Rewind, change, repeat.
Monday, September 19, 2011
811.
Offering some vague
credence to an existence
of more than mind knows.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
810.
Only changed in the
course of manifestation
that forces union.
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