For some folk, it seems.
waging wars and raising walls
are the lines they draw in sand.
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Author: agarrabrant
Beneath Her Spire
Ephemeral are we;
to ashes we shall return.
Even so, we shall remain,
eternal in memory
Haiku 14 Apr 2019
When our world assumes
this lemony patina,
we can’t help but gasp!
Allusions du Printemps
April’s barely come,
yet, already faint perfume
wafts upon the evening breeze.
Mixed American Messages
Flashing open sign
in a locked and lightless store:
Welcome friends. Nobody’s home.
~
Closed sign on the door,
laughter and music within.
Private party in progress.
The Bully Pulpit?
With all bovine grace,
He and his compatriots,
Negotiate the China.
Strident Stormy Sonance
Is that howl I hear
wailing of a williwaw
or whining from the White House?
Katauta 21 Mar 2019
The hole gets deeper,
the more frantically they dig.
Soon they’ll need ladders, not walls.
Ode To A Worm-Moon
Nebulous moonlight
illuminates pear blossoms.
Stellar vernal equinox
Haiku 4 Mar 2019
Oh! Joyous teatime!
Tangerine and marmalade
spread across the sky.
Haiku 25 Feb 2019
Transcendent sunsets
defy borders, fences, walls
Unite all peoples
A Purpose Driven Life?
When one’s life devolves,
becomes a vehicle for
one’s medications, then what?
~
Dude! Sudafed’s got
places to go, people meet,
and Big Pharma’s bills to pay!
Haiku 22 Feb 2019
Inarticulate
Consumed by seething fury
Best to say nothing
Katauta 20 Feb 2019
Weathering the storm,
premature cherry blossoms
still continue to bring joy.
