December Haiku Share- Day 27

December Haiku Share

frost-tipped blossoms
not how I thought
it would happen
— Cara Holman

HM, 2012 Porad Award

 

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peach blossoms
against the slate sky
of her blindness—
she asks
when will they bloom
— Jenny Ward Angyal

red lights 8:2, June 2012

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snow moon –
the warmth left in my hand
when you let go
— angie werren

Shiki Kukai — December 2012 

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bare branches
the daffodils bloom early
on his grave
— Sandi Pray

see haiga here

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bringing a pot of coffee
& cigarettes
to my mother’s grave
we have never spoken
so honestly
— Pamela A. Babusci

3 Lights Gallery
& A Thousand Reasons

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frost
on dry leaves
brittle with age
the gentlest touch
can break the skin
— Alison Williams

Blithe Spirit Vol.11 No.2 June 2001

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crawling down the rose
thorn by thorn
sunset
S.M. Abeles

paper wasp 18.4

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in your ashes
stories
that will not be told
Seánan Forbes

A Hundred Gourds, 2:1, December 2012

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beads of water
sit on her cold breasts —
all the tears
I could not cry for her
suddenly come now
— Lauren Mayhew

A Hundred Gourds, 1:2, March 2012

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beneath snow and ice blossoms lie sleeping waiting for spring
~isabelle loverro

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bolted lettuce
the favour
i shouldn’t have asked
— Polona Oblak

A Hundred Gourds 2:1

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a flock of geese
flits north across the full moon—
too late for goodbyes
in the snow drift the last rose
turns copper and sheds its name
Alegria Imperial

LYNX June: 2, 2010

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petals falling
her parting words
just for me
— Christine L. Villa

A Hundred Gourds, 1:2 March 2012
See haiga here 

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suicide –
we all bring daffodils
to the funeral
— Kirsten Cliff

Notes From the Gean, 3:2, September 2011
See haiga here

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nature hike
talking about the first time
she ran away
— Peter Newton

from Things with Wings,
e-book anthology edited by Aubrie Cox

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a handful of petals
beneath the winding sheet . . .
mother’s heart infused
with the lingering scent
of her favorite rose
— Margaret Dornaus

Notes from the Gean, vol. 3, no. 1, June 2011

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her lips quiver
without making a sound–
funeral song
kash poet (kashinath karmakar)

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the hush beyond the gunfire olive blossoms
sanjuktaa

December 2012 International kukai No 9, 1st place

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jasmine blossoms
outside the window
frost in his kiss
— Jone MacCulloch

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