2010-06-20 haiku

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different coloured sand

its source pieces of plastic
oneday plastic sand

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swimming in the mind
no shore to reach nor sea bed,
constantly drifting

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when we meet again
and our hearts are free
then we'll soar the skies

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the moonlight dissolved
into deep dark pool
shimmering display

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the spell was cast
she watched the horizon
then she waited

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a long faint red streak
appeared in the east
sparkling stars still shone

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I saw you last night
at dawn I will look for you
where sea meets the shore

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stood at water's edge
I held memory of you
green sea spray dancing

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shards of pain
stabbed at her eyes
seared within

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hidden wilderness
the weeping angels
an ancient graveyard

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silence of prayer
morning star singing
reaching deep within

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nothing exists
nothing is there
a fantasy

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in vastness of mind
short cameos of moments
playing themselves out

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the thought was guarded
for so many years
oneday it emerged...

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the old ways
old knowledge
needed now

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along the cloisters
each arch perfectly framing
the water garden

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under vast rainbow
promise made so long ago
will be heard again

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joyfulness shining
sunbeams heralding the dawn
child with smiling eyes

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frost a great artist
in nature he paints
and describes in rime

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last leaf on the tree
the wind howled and shook
tree surrended leaf

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whispers on the wind
tell you your story
listen carefully

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leaning on
the old gate
in the lane

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hawthorn blooming
crimson and white
fragrant flowers

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two birds on a branch
set against evening's red sky
chattering away

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the wise listener
standing by the stream
the willows bowing

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the unborn music
in hollow reeds at stream's edge
whispering in drreams

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on face of full moon
a raven there imprinted
black calligraphy

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a mossy arbour
in thicket of old willows
the seat long empty

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morning broke over
the red weeping rose
the dew drops glistened

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her sweet countenance
rosebud adorned hair
she wistfully looks

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violets waking
many shades of purple
shyly flowering

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five blue paper cranes
by my open bedroom door
twirling in the wind

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the flowers
whispering
sweet fragrance

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the weed prevails
through adversity
grows strong and true

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the marble statue
sighed and wept a tear
then was still once more

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colours
in the rain
deepen

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the clown
with red nose
face sad

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gentle rain
falling on my garden
snails come out!

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the buttercream moon
incandescent masterpiece
in dark velvet sky

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her brain is tired, it
thinks and displays in pixels
where's reality?

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a night with no moon
no reflection in the pool
darker depths deeper

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the slug's silver trails
so intricately patterned
highlighted by moon

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a whisper heard
wind's gentle sigh
the listener

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