More Haiku: Blue Doors

Blue Doors


Boring meeting…
I doodle a spiral
inwards and inwards.

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The smell of toast
reaches me upstairs:
winter morning.

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Whoa!
What’s the hurry,
speeding hearse?

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Indian summer…
listening to football scores
in the back garden.

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Midnight, 25 degrees –
showering
under the stars.

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Friends round for dinner…
the dog breaks wind silently
under the table.

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locking the door
a quick look
the stars out

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Pissing in the dark –
birds singing through
an open window.

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heron by the lake
stillness
looking at stillness

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old pond
blue plastic drum
no frogs

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Moth on a pink shirt:
the whole department store
to itself.

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warm night
my feet search
for a cold spot

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on the shore
a pregnancy test –
positive

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The path to nirvana
lost again –
chocolate ice cream!

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Two brown horses –
red horses,
my daughter observes.

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Insomnia…
long silence, then,
a cough.

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snowy morning
two horses nose to nose
in a white field

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A beach ball floats
across an empty swimming pool –
end of summer.

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grey afternoon
a rock-dove tops
a telephone pole

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Weeds
have cracked open
the tarmac.

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summer night
the sound of plants
growing

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The children’s playground
empty –
first day of term.

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picking raspberries
spider’s web backlit
by the evening sun

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My leg
brushes against
the lavender.

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The carousel
closed –
the sound of waves.

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Star-gazing –
yep,
still lost.

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First hot day:
barbecue smokes drifts
across the gardens.

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Floating clouds;
facing upstream
a lone trout.

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Distant thunder,
fresh air…
end of summer storm.

©2011 Dan Wyke