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DCCCLI
Hugh Bygott
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These joys of Spring!
A sudden gust of wind
brings us closer.
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DCCCLII
Michelle Harvey
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new leaves...
the softest whisper
of eyelashes
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DCCCLIII
Hugh Bygott
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Mountain path, alone —
Here, amid hyacinth fragrance,
we first found love . . .
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DCCCLIV
Michelle Harvey
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late frost —
the holes in my socks
are yours
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DCCCLV
Naia
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shifting tide . . .
how often my heart has broken, mended,
broken again
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DCCCLVI
Terry A. Steudlein
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arm across his chest
face in the crook of his neck
mother's day flowers
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DCCCLVII
Michele Harvey
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spring morning...
fences that need fixing
between us
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DCCCLVIII
Hugh Bygott
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A beautiful love came
— willow shadows on still water —
then departed.
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DCCCLIX
Betty Kaplan
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Winter arrives. . .
behind the closet door
empty hangers
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DCCCLX
Terry A. Steudlein
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in the seasons of her life
a new moon appears
love at sixty four
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DCCCLXI
Hugh Bygott
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Swift, shadowless lark —
Words shadowed by unspoken words
is the way of Love.
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DCCCLXII
Michelle Harvey
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koi pond...
rising to your hand
my own
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DCCCLXIII
Hugh Bygott
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Tints of light at dusk —
these petal-flecks in her hair
increase the pain of love.
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DCCCLXIV
Naia
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we chose it together
the gold toe ring binding us
though apart these years
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DCCCLXV
Hugh Bygott
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Entwined, fragrant;
honeysuckle in the moonlight . . .
How alike we are!
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DCCCLXVI
Michelle Harvey
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rainbow...
under the arch
exchanged vows
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DCCCLXVII
Hugh Bygott
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Here we play'd, kiss'd;
apple orchard of our times long past . . .
now blossoms on her grave.
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DCCCLXVIII
Michelle Harvey
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sun shower...
a conversation sprinkled
with memories
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DCCCLXIX
Hugh Bygott
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Damsel flies on wing —
awakening to desire,
I heed the poet’s words. *
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* Morning-glory —
as with fulfilled desire,
it fades away.
Hino Sôjô
1901 - 1956] |
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DCCCLXX
Michelle Harvey
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farewell tears...
the setting sun fades
with daylilies
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DCCCLXXI
Hugh Bygott
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Shadows of time —
How grey is this bleak moor,
the day of her death.
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| I have tried to make a time gap in this haiku, the time of the second line being much later than the time of the third line. HB |
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DCCCLXXII
Betty Kaplan
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Can he know
how much I miss him ?
this winter sky ...
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DCCCLXXIII
Naia
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dawn's deep silence . . .
somehow I know there will be
another dance
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DCCCLXXIV
Michelle Harvey
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shooting stars...
our steps miss
a beat
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DCCCLXXV
Hugh Bygott
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Youth and I —
this rose in its perfection:
all things, in turn, must die.
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| Inpired on the occasion of seeing a beautiful young woman in the Chapel at Blackfriars, Cambridge. HB |
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DCCCLXXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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They meet
by a seashore rock —
the air's salty taste.
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DCCCLXXVII
Hugh Bygott
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A rare lily,
unseen, withers by the path . . .
Perhaps unspoken love.
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DCCCLXXVIII
Robert D. Wilson
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planting seed
under a
jack fruit moon
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DCCCLXXIX
Hugh Bygott
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Fresh petals drift, fulfill'd . . .
the lovers, lips sealed to lips,
but yet so unfulfill'd.
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DCCCLXXX
Terry A. Steudlein
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catching the eye
across the room
lover's embrace
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DCCCLXXXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Road-side motel stop —
the love thoughts taken
into a dream.
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DCCCLXXXII
Terry A. Steudlein
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closing the book,
turning out the light —
phone still not ringing
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DCCCLXXXIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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His call... Eager
to pick up the phone, yet she still
waits for the fourth ring.
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DCCCLXXXIV
Hugh Bygott
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So sad this ruin,
the garden where we loved that Spring . . .
these scars of Eros.
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DCCCLXXXV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Seaside vacations —
the waves rock us
as one.
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DCCCLXXXVI
Hugh Bygott
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Wildflower meadow —
soft sounds and touching as we kiss
in this secluded place.
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DCCCLXXXVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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The garden —
so many memories of tending it
with you.
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DCCCLXXXVIII
Terry A. Steudlein
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early summer —
the strap of her sun dress
slipped off her shoulders
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DCCCLXXXIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Sun-tanning —
you finger-walk softly
down my back...
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DCCCXC
Hugh Bygott
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Her robe unclasped,
I free her golden tresses . . .
flowing as Spring water.
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DCCCXCI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Plisetskaya
dances Ravel's Boléro —
my neighbor's breathing...
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DCCCXCII
Hugh Bygott
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The Virgin's Altar—
the young nun arranges the lilies . . .
I deny my desire . . .
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DCCCXCIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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His kiss on my nape
travels down my back —
cherries in bloom...
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DCCCXCIV
Hugh Bygott
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Languid summer’s day —
I chance to catch her sleeping . . .
what inviting lips!
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DCCCXCV
Zhanna P. Rader
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New-Year party —
a man drinks a toast
from his lady's shoe.
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DCCCXCVI
Hugh Bygott
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Sweet daring!
Petticoat lace and lavender —
I glimpse her ankles.
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| Greek girls of Sappho’s day, although using different materials, were expert in this. HB |
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DCCCXCVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Full of passion
and nobody to love yet —
sweet sixteen...
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DCCCXCVIII
Hugh Bygott
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Such innocence!
Beware the coral lips these new Spring days;
the sting of deeper Love.
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DCCCXCIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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A nostalgic tune
from the seashore house —
her aching heart.
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CM
Hugh Bygott
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Ethereal beauty —
"She will be a nun," they said . . .
. . . untouched lily . . .
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