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each grain of truth (th)rice turned over
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: rice
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each grain of truth (th)rice turned over
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: rice
.
roasting beetroot —
from my daughter’s recipe
a dash of balsamic
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: vegetable
.
seeds of desire
the way grated nutmeg falls
on my plate
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: spice
fettuccini
a girl asks if it means
little feta
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: cheese
egg and lemon soup
my family history
in the pot
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: eggs
paw prints
on the tablecloth –
marinara
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: pasta
.
a lifeline follows the quiet path moss garden
.
.
one illusion after the next pond scum
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: animal
rain or shine
a child is born
.
NaHaiWrimo prompt: rain
a Thames ship’s bow wave
tosses and rolls the moored boats –
floating leaf
autumn river
I count the moonbeams
on his hair
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: Male
.
train whistle in the distance deer tracks
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: transient
.
city in winter –
loneliness sweeps through
the terraces
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: home(s)
soul searching –
in my heart, a female cell
changes pace
NaHaiWriMo prompt: female
Trafalgar Square –
Nelson’s pigeons
in retreat
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: statue
bobbing caïques
a fisherman mends
his nets
.
(where I’d love to be)
……
.
floating on a bed of snow flu
.
(where I am: 3rd day of flu!)
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: favorite place
the moment I learnt
it’s summer Down Under –
hourglass
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: summer
rumours –
rush of water
over stone
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: stone
wintry showers
a barefoot child smiles
for the camera
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: storm
grilled fish —
reducing the moon’s glare
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: favorite food
falling snow
the doll’s dress
soaking wet
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: extreme
chicken broth
the slow unravelling
of time
.
In Notes from the Gean 15: January 2013
.
forget-me-nots
last year’s
haiku
.
In Frogpond, 35:3, Autumn 2012
spit polishing
her scuffed shoes –
war child
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: shoes
.
lavender moon the weight of a butterfly
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: favorite color
1
new year
his hand still
on hers
2
measure of love –
sharing her last
almonds
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: Love
.
casting through the fog dark shadow
. NaHaiWriMo prompt: fog
.
after the crunch of snow underfoot my ears
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: season related
a hermit crab
outgrows its shell…
melting ice
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: ice
first haiku
soothing fragrance
of green tea
Sharing my own very first haiku of the day, written for the first NaHaiWriMo prompt of the year, ‘something green,’ set by Violette Rose-Jones
New Year’s Eve –
at the marble cherub’s feet
mother and baby
.
NaHaiWriMo prompt: marble