Bill Waters ~~ Haiku

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Archive for the month “January, 2015”

Child’s bike / traitor moon

child’s bike

leaning against

a No Parking sign

 

traitor moon —

lovers are lost

without your light!


Published in Hedgerow: A Journal of Small Poems (https://hedgerowpoems.wordpress.com/2014/10/10/hedgerow-3/), 10/10/14.

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Found haiku 1

Haiku is everywhere, just waiting to be discovered! Among the several I’ve recently “found”, here are two: one in a stack of books and one in a Shakespearean sonnet.

Haiku hiding in plain sight. Who would’ve figured? :- D


Book Spine Haiku No. 1

winter morning walks

beneath gray skies

the uncommon appeal of clouds

 

Book Spine Haiku 1

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Reading Between the Lines of Shakespeare’s Sonnet No. 2: Elizabethan Haiku No. 2

winter in thy field . . .

a tattered weed

where days were once warm

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use,
If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse’
Proving his beauty by succession thine.
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.

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Faded memories

faded green

faded blue

faded memories

Faded Memories, by Cheryl Jackson, Oddphotog.

Photo (c) Cheryl Jackson (www.cheryljacksonoddphotog.com).

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In the greenhouse

in the greenhouse

lilies

and the fragrance of lilies

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