Haiku – Ephemerae

 

silver slipper moon
the unknown story
behind that scar

 

 

Ephemerae August 2018 ISSN 2516-4767

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Haiku – A Sense of Place – Mountain – touch

rocky mountain
a sharp wind cuts
to the bone

 

Martha Magenta

 
Troutswirl, The Haiku Foundation Blog, 9 September 2018
https://www.thehaikufoundation.org/2018/09/12/a-sense-of-place-mountain-touch/

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Haiku – Shamrock

 

autumn equinox
the lightness
of a leaf

 
earth tremor
a falcon takes the wind
under its wing

 
edge of winter
the scrape
of a heron call

 

Shamrock – Haiku Journal Issue 40, September 2018
https://shamrockhaiku.webs.com/currentissue.htm

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A Sense of Place: Mountain – taste

mountain camp
the taste of woodsmoke
in the soup

 

Martha Magenta

 
A Sense of Place: Mountain – taste
Troutswirl, The Haiku Foundation Blog September 5, 2018
https://www.thehaikufoundation.org/2018/09/05/a-sense-of-place-mountain-taste/

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Haiku – Blithe Spirit

 
sundial
a crow points
to twilight

 

last thaw
an empty snail shell
under my foot

 

a blackbird
flits around
the cat’s fixation

 
Blithe Spirit, Journal of the British Haiku Society,
Vol 28 number 3, August 2018, ISSN 1353-3320
http://britishhaikusociety.org.uk/journal/

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Tanka – Blithe Spirit

 
the wind
punches a paper bag
against a wall
the red-raw places
and bruise-black holes

 
Blithe Spirit, Journal of the British Haiku Society,
Vol 28 number 3, August 2018, ISSN 1353-3320
http://britishhaikusociety.org.uk/journal/

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Two Haibun – Blithe Spirit

Denial

 

I did not want to hear it.

 

Your blood pressure is too high, the doctor said. This is serious. You might have a heart attack. I’m going to prescribe some pills. Take one every morning.

 

thunderheads
a bramble catches
my sleeve

 

 
Disconnection

 

I had a deep sense of abandonment from losing my mother at a very young age. Doctors do not seem to understand how it feels for a pre-lingual child to sustain such a painful loss and not be able to articulate the experience. I don’t know if it will ever be resolved. Perhaps it’s too late.

 

She was not perfect, she was bipolar and by most accounts, crazy. But she was my mum and she simply disappeared.

 

Just like that.

 
april snow . . .
the last petal falls
from the cherry

 

Blithe Spirit, Journal of the British Haiku Society,
Vol 28 number 3, August, 2018 ISSN 1353-3320
http://britishhaikusociety.org.uk/journal/

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