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CMI
Terry A. Steudlein
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faded lily —
maid of honor returns
home alone
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CMII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Old photographs
of our happy days —
the wailing wind...
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CMIII
hortensia anderson
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Sepia print —
his finger traces the curves
of her nude body
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CMIV
Betty Kaplan
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again that dream
with every twist and turn
still cannot reach him
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CMV
Hugh Bygott
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The long summer dusk:
rolling down her stockings — a pause —
I kiss her exquiste feet.
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CMVI
Trish Shields
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dried flowers
pressed in a book —
unattended funeral
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CMVII
Hugh Bygott
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Bleak winds, withered leaves
once greening in that distant Spring...
Love too knows its day...
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CMVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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A yellowed gardenia,
still true to its fragrance —
her lasting charm...
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CMIX
Hugh Bygott
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Dragonfly's wings
so diaphanous: her skirt conceals
yet unconceals.
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CMX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Hot pebble beach —
my sweetheart's thick sole skin
helps us to reach the sea.
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CMXI
Terry A. Steudlein
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their love making,
taking only half a sentence
quiet sob —
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CMXII
Trish Shields
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with fingers splayed
she watches the sunrise —
imprisoning daylight
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CMXIII
Hugh Bygott
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First almond blossoms —
he brushes her long, jet black hair;
each strand a treasure.
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| The kigo alludes to my past in the Orient as much as it refers to a season. HB |
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CMXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Our date garden
waits for your return —
unharvested fruits...
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CMXV
hortensia anderson
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waiting for you...
I stand in the shadow
of a stone lantern
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CMXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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High school promenade:
she keeps glancing at her wrist...
his rose corsage.
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CMXVII
hortensia anderson
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our first embrace —
light snow on a branch
of plum blossoms
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CMXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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The poetry we wrote
that spring... our lost love
preserved in stanzas.
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CMXIX
Hugh Bygott
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Yellowing summer leaves —
I kiss her hand in farewell...
the pain in her eyes.
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| A true story. Blackfriars, Friday 27 June 2008 HB |
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CMXX
Zhanna P. Rader
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My skin touches his —
the river-side bonfire
flames up...
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CMXXI
Terry A. Steudlein
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summer's last roses
fade with her kisses —
homeward bound...
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CMXXII
Hugh Bygott
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Her absence:
the silence of the Spring dusk. . .
Love that cannot be.
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| A continuation of CMXIX. HB |
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CMXXIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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His absence —
the pain in my heart fades
with another's kisses.
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| A continuation of all the above. :) Zh.R. |
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CMXXIV
Robert D. Wilson
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parting clouds...
she waited until
evening
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CMXXV
Zhanna P. Rader
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He waited for her
up to the clock's twelve "cuckoos" —
a murky sky...
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CMXXVI
Hugh Bygott
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Traces of new autumn —
she sits alone, unloved...
Leaves that once belonged...
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CMXXVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Alone on our bench —
yellow aspen leaves
carpet your place.
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CMXXVIII
hortensia anderson
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How I miss you...
a withered rose
in a bud vase
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CMXXVIX
Betty Kaplan
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without you
this rainy day
once a time for love
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CMXXX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Without you, but
with the memory of you —
seagulls call to sea...
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CMXXXI
Trish Shields
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smiling
I think of his eyes —
storm brewing
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CMXXXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Spring sale —
she tries on a hat with feathers
to see his smile again.
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CMXXXIII
Betty Kaplan
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beneath the wide brim
tears flow from her blue eyes
waiting, waiting, waiting
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CMXXXIV
hortensia anderson
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peonies
on my kimono sleeve
tears and rain
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CMXXXV
Zhanna P. Rader
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My morning dream:
his sky blue eyes become
a field of wild flax.
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CMXXXVI
Michele Harvey
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inchworm...
his arm slowly reaches
around my waist
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CMXXXVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Shallow creek —
we wade barefoot,
arm in arm.
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| This is my 300th haiku in this sequence. |
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CMXXXVIII
Michele Harvey
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heat lightening...
he cups an ice cube
along my nape
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CMXXXIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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He kisses my nape —
the wild passion flowers
melt into the dusk...
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CMXL
Michele Harvey
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Queen Anne's Lace....
the filigreed edge
of lingerie
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CMXLI
Zhanna P. Rader
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She counts a firefly's
flashes on the window pane —
waiting for him.
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CMXLII
Michele Harvey
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rush hour crush...
the reassuring touch
of his hand
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CMXLIII
hortensia anderson
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closed until his touch...
the sacred lotus opens
completely
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CMXLIV
Betty Kaplan
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closed...
her heart these many years
opens to his touch
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CMXLV
Zhanna P. Rader
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He watches the stars,
the fireflies, then her
watching them.
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CMXLVI
Michele Harvey
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fireflies
a dance of love
beneath the stars
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CMXLVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Beneath the stars
in the lush, green grass —
just us.
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CMXLVIII
hortensia anderson
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Above us...
drops of sweet nectar
from honeysuckle
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CMXLIX
Betty Kaplan
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in a bed of clover
our bodies mingle...
the sweetness!!
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CML
hortensia anderson
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A faint caress
beneath the peach blossoms
her blush deepens
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