falling petals—
she gently combs
her hair

falling petals—
she gently combs
her hair
rambling rose—
her hair caught
on a thorn
.
AWAD: ramble
and the haiga I made using this poem is from a photo of a dark passage under a bridge in the old town of Guenzburg
this flyaway hair
those ground rules
.
Prompt: Fly
.
getting into scrapes cat in love
.
Philippine Haiku Daily Prompt: scrape
……
curtain call
a rose lands
on her hair
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: curtain call
gold rush
on a warm day
each blade of grass
.
golden hair
the newsreader’s answer
to austerity
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: gold
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autumn river
I count the moonbeams
on his hair
.
in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013
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train whistle in the distance deer tracks
.
in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013
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city in winter –
loneliness sweeps through
the terraces
.
in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013
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rumours –
rush of water
over stone
.
in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013
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grilled fish –
reducing the moon’s glare
.
in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013
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chicken broth
the slow unravelling
of time
.
in NFTG, January 2013
in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013
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lavender moon the weight of a butterfly
.
in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013
in Haiku News forthcoming
.
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first haiku
soothing fragrance
of green tea
.
in BluePrintReview, issue 30, in/stance(s), April 2013
autumn river
I count the moonbeams
on his hair
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: Male