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CCLI
Michele Harvey
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all bronzed
the slip and slide
of summer
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Hi, Michele! :) In which way it is Eros? I see only children playing on a slip and slide. What am I missing? It is a cheerful haiku though. -Zhanna
Haha, my dear Zhanna, the slip and slide of bronzed skin, of lovers in summer...:)))
michele
Michele, I am sure I'll give you another chance to laugh. :) This is a new haiku field for me. I am not that good at guessing, as you can see. :( It's a second language, too. Well, at least we are not bored here. :)
Love,
Zhanna
Dearest Zhanna- My comment ,"Haha, my dear Zhanna, the slip and slide of bronzed skin, of lovers in summer", was my laughing at my OWN embarrassment. After all we are talking eroticism, and sometimes I get flustered when explaining. Your elegant and seductive haiku make this EROS thread take wing. I can't tell you how much respect I have for you writing in a language not your own and to write erotic haiku on top of it! You are splendidly brave, and beyond that write beautifully. You have my deep admiration. Sincerely, Michele
Dear Michele, I know you were not laughing at me. But I feel embarrassed that I cannot get some meanings (at least not fast enough) that others seem having no any difficulty with. Just look at our Robert! :) He is insightful and fast. :) This Eros thing must be a breeze for him. :) And I can hardly decipher all his "melons" and "oranges". I am now preparing myself for "cherries," just in case :) I wish there was a dictionary of Eros associations. :) I'll still be asking if I do not understand some haiku. Thus there is a chance for me to be embarrassed again and for someone else, perhaps, to laugh at her own embarrassment. :) [By the way, those numerous :) :) are my smiles.] Thank you for your compliments. [smiling, smiling] So-oo, you think my haiku are seductive? :) I am learning from you, Rita, Dana-Maria, Billie, Robert, Hugh, Betty and Vaughn :). I look forward to more of your and everybody's haiku.
Love,
Zhanna
a DECADENTLY delicious haiku, Michele.
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CCLII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Company's spring picnic —
lovers, careful to avoid
each other's gaze.
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CCLIII
Billie Dee
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cherry blossom —
how she trembles with the weight
of her bee
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CCLIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Red rose in a glass,
purring tomcat on his lap —
he lets me stroke him.
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CCLV
Michele Harvey
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sultry afternoon —
well spent,
he weighs more
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| This one is about the 'man on top' collapsing after 'the act', with his full weight resting on his lover. (This is my bandaid technique, get it over quick before it hurts, no time for anyone's embarrassment.LOL). This is what I get for airing my most intimate moments on a public forum. Sheesh! Cheers, Michele |
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CCLVI
Hugh Bygott
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Her red lacquer'd nails:
my back etch'd by her desire ...
Spring dawn innocence.
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CCLVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Waking to a wren's song
and your kiss on my cheek —
breakfast in bed...
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CCLVIII
Hugh Bygott
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Summer night's silence —
she sleeps now, having made love,
her secrets shared with me.
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| I do not refer here to physical intimacy but to the communion of souls which follows love making when it reaches its highest satisfaction. HB |
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CCLIX
Michele Harvey
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hurrying storm;
as rumbles fade
a flower droops
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CCLX
Zhanna P. Rader
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He brings
some groceries for me...
and roses!
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CCLXI
Michele Harvey
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autumn dusk...
in the afterglow
everything touches
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| A beautifully written haiku, Michele. You make use of an economy of words, touch on the unsaid, and incorporate good metre. One of the best haiku if not the best in this series. Your haiku displays the influence of and respect for the Japanese in regards to the genre they have given the world. -Robert D. Wilson |
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CCLXII
Hugh Bygott
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Spring victory —
Her arms the temple columns,
I lie in her shadow.
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CCLXIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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Forgetting where
I begin and where you end...
the smell of crushed grass
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| Passionately embraced bodies, lost identity. |
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CCLXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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An outdoor massage —
these smooth, graceful
swells of flesh.
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CCLXV
Billie Dee
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Persephone
slips on a kimono
swelling buds
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CCLXVI
Michele Harvey
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blue moon...
after the pause
a second rising
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CCLXVII
Dana-Maria Onica
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Night study —
I remember only your kiss
with cherry aroma
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CCLXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Wild raspberries
stain her lips juicy-red...
the sweeter the kiss.
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CCLXIX
Dana-Maria Onica
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Summer storm,
help me forget
who I am
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Another topnotch haiku, Dana-Marie. Your sense of metre, coupled with depth and mystery (yugen) are on the mark. Like a sum-ie painter, you economize your brush strokes, going for the essense.
Robert D. Wilson |
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CCLXX
Michele Harvey
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summertime surf —
the rise and fall
of curve on curve
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Excellent poem, Michele! I love it!
Thank you very much.
Dana-Maria |
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CCLXXI
Dana-Maria Onica
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Her summer blouse...
as if my guilty thoughts
are not enough
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CCLXXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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The mere thought of you
sends shivers down my spine —
a starlit night...
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CCLXXIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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A few lightnings... my desires still burning
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CCLXXIV
Michele Harvey
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too soon,
the forgotten rose
withers
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CCLXXV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Budding trees —
their Internet romance
gets warmer.
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| Ooh, Zhanna.. I like these dual images of CCLXXV! Yummy! Michele |
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CCLXXVI
Dana-Maria Onica
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Cold returns —
shielded by your big hand,
my heart...
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CCLXXVII
Michele Harvey
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ice storm —
an embrace,
tighter
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CCLXXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Like children,
you and I make snow angels...
then change places.
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CCLXXIX
Dana-Maria Onica
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Vows...
the spring wind
in a bird cage?
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CCLXXX
Michele Harvey
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two by two
winter rushes headlong
into spring
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CCLXXXI
Dana-Maria Onica
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Fresh strawberries —
I slowly trace the edge
of his wine glass
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CCLXXXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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I cool her skin
with an ice-cube, small streamlets
wetting her tanga.
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CCLXXXIII
Michele Harvey
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summer heat wave
tucked away
in a winter's heart
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CCLXXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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House deep in snow,
running out of firewood —
we burn up the sheets.
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CCLXXXV
Dana-Maria Onica
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Wild thyme in bloom —
the unmistakable scent
of his coat
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CCLXXXVI
Michele Harvey
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summer thunder...
an ardent afternoon
of rock and roll
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CCLXXXVII
Dana-Maria Onica
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Astonished,
his eyes watch my touch...
cherry petals
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CCLXXXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Nude beach —
trying hard to speak
to their faces.
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a cute senryu, zhanna
Robert D. Wilson
Thanks. Yours (CCLXXXIX) is good. Zhanna
Nude beach, that should be a kigo for summer !
Would not want to be there in winter !
Thanks for the smile, Zhanna
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CCLXXXIX
Robert D. Wilson
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nude beach
a sea lion singing
to the sea
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CCXC
Zhanna P. Rader
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Empty sand beach —
she writes for her pilot,
I LOVE YOU!
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CCXCI
Dana-Maria Onica
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a pigeon in flight
this winter morning
his first letter
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CCXCII
Zhanna P. Rader
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For her birthday,
he selects a huge bouquet —
her favorite flowers.
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Amaretto
di Amore — here's to
my 100th haiku!
Indeed this was my 100th Eros haiku in this thread. And it is also my birthday today (March 4, 2007). More reason for me to drink. :) Zhanna |
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CCXCIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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well kept secrets...
sunny fields in the green
of her eyes
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CCXCIV
Michele Harvey
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winter whispers...
two solitary pines
keep company
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CCXCV
Dana-Maria Onica
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his short story
about a shorter skirt —
winter solstice
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Real good, Dana-Maria! :) Zh. R.
Thank you very much, Zhanna, :)DMO |
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CCXCVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Cherry-blossom walk —
the deep cuts in her skirt
reveal two shapely legs.
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CCXCVII
Michele Harvey
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summer sun showers...
the tender touch
of vines entwined
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CCXCVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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An island resort —
the wave caressing the beach
reaches for your legs.
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CCXCIX
Dana-Maria Onica
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moonlit,
only a few buttons
between us
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Good too, Dana-Maria! :) Zh.R.
P.S. Did you mean to say "moonlit" or "moonlight"? Both work though.
Thank you very much, Zhanna. "moonlit": illuminated by moonlight.
ooh... Dana-Maria. Those naughty buttons! LOL -Michele |
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CCC
Zhanna P. Rader
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Watching
my nightgown-clad neighbor
watching a meteor storm.
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| It took us 34 days to write the third one hundred haiku - Feb.1-March 6. That is still fast. :) Zh.R.) |
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