A Week of Haiku

[2.21.2016]

happiness of clams
rumored to be idyllic
but how can we know

 

[2.22.2016]

a lifetime spent with
hands held gently: weekends pass
treasure moments now

 

[2.23.2016]

gently blushing pink
gold kisses away the gloom
dawn stretches her wings

 

[2.24.2016]

beneath sodden streets
full moon flakes run the gamut
above, deer munch clover

[2.25.2016]

old books dry damply
scent fills the office in heat
rescues of the heart

 

[2.26.2016]

loneliness grips tight
a vice around throat and heart
please make it stop now

 

[2.27.2016]

words like vomit spill
unstoppingly, chokingly
thoughts without substance

 

[2.28.2016]

included, but torn
painfully longing and cold fear
emotionally

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