haiku
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The sun hides from view,what day is it anymore?Bloom quiet dusklight My branches slowly form limbs again, though tulipsstill grow from my hair. It’s then I hear thelantern light conversing withthe travel-worn tree. In one, the voice ismelody eager light, theother steady, warm. “She’s a long way fromhome,” the lantern says briskly,each word crisp cut
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Some of these may be duplicates of ones in other blog posts. Trying to do a clean up, but wanted to still keep them available to share and be seen. Best wishes 🤗 You may see me as a dumpster fireBut sometimes, that’s just howSupernovas are formed.— I cry when it rainsmy bones crackling with
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He glowed with secretsworn like armor, shielding whatuntold future lies____ I arranged myselfin pretty perfect patterns for you, did it work?___ I fold the whispersof sunset into my skirts,delight radiant. ___I revive my heart,only to cut more piecesoff, to give to you. ____Today I dreamed of copper skies, the line between fae and real world
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I make my way slowto the last elm tree, barrenon the cliffside coast. Treasuring the viewwaves crash, jolt sound, electricunderneath my skin. Committing endlesshorizons to memorysapphire dreamlight, pelican porpoise,pink shells shattered to powderfailure grasps meaning. Keeper’s last advicea din in my ears, “Bewareof the ice prince! Go to the Fae courtknowing, while you may yet
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Rogue sky, silk rippleseyes open to such wonders,to be alive now… I am the glade mindas I look upon sea-facedstranger, prism lit. His eyes captured myform uncovered languidlylaying at his feet A few winged fairiesfeigning modesty, hidingmy body’s valley. Knowing smiles gracehe knelt, white robe elegance in his hands for me. Speaking little morethan whispers,
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“Follow the spiritof freshwater streams safeto sanctuary prisms light the way,don’t stray too far from the banksoon, find home again.” Last words from the caveas I followed directionlit by sun and moons. Like spectacle gleamtwo moons peered behind the cloudsas I stream bound walked witness to the joyof Naiads at play, splashessound of chimes and
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Sunrise burns pink hopepromises, a new day donsits merry greeting. Echos of sleep dreamsfleeting glimpses of home hideas I awaken the cave celebratesthe moment glowing yellow,no longer alone. Chaos tastes strangely when ladled by hand out of pearl freshwater streams The cave yawns open on the grey rock candy grass,pearl spring waters run the cave
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A serial saga being told entirely in haiku/senryu form over on Bluesky. Here it is collated as I’m able to update it. Enjoy. — I danced gleefullywithin a ring of mushrooms…Oh wait… where am I? I’m alone, Countingfive things I see, four I hearthe panic is near. Sand, a seashore, waveslighthouse, lightning slashes greenagainst a
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