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Per Diem Haiku

A Bowl of Cherries
Composed On-Line At The Haiku Foundation
June – November 2015



a bowl of cherries
sitting on each white plate
someone’s name
~Lynne Rees


under a canvas tent
the snap of a breeze
~Barbara Kaufmann


passersby stop
to applaud a subway
saxophone player
~Karen Cesar


sweet reminiscences
of our bygone days
~Barbara A. Taylor


yet again
the moon lights the loggerhead
as she digs
~Paul MacNeil


with the twittering
morning mist clears away
~Maria Tomczak

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from the mountain top
Puyallup natives trace
their lands below
~Carmen Sterba


who left the doors open
to Valhalla?
~Polona Oblak


rusty roofing iron
repurposed
as a letterbox
~Sandra Simpson


#smitten #diamond #yes
#winterwedding
~Christopher Patchel


at the Marquise
a clandestine romp
in neon flicker
~Judt Shrode


his better half chambers
another round just because
~Betty Shropshire


after a while
the life boat for refugees
hardly floating
~Vasile Moldovan


the first pawlonia leaf
to touch the soil
~Maureen Virchau


how the setting moon
fills the garden
with darkness!
~Gabriel Sawicki


I stagger through cricket songs
impaired by Gandalf Grog
~Patrick Sweeney

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all the children
mark off their days
with chunky crayons
~Beth McFarland


jackets warming
by the wood burning stove
~Joel


a peal of bells
from across town
announces early Mass
~Marion Clarke


the border collie
herds freshly shorn ewes
~Agnes Eva Savich


fools
always find a perfect one:
apple blossom
~Todd Treloar-Rhodes


on the count of three
we let the kite go
~Liz Ann Winkler

Junicho

Distant melody

 

cooling off –
our feet in the river
with the ducks

– Lorin Ford

the distant melody
of an ice-cream truck

– Maria Tomczak

paper planes
by the window
ready for his bag

– Sanjuktaa Asopa

welcome to Gaza
from Banksy and friends

– Betty Shropshire

somewhere a missing key
among sprouts
of green grass

– Maureen Virchau

and a pot of daffodils
at the end of the rainbow

– Marion Clarke

on re-entry
the cosmonaut inhales
the scent of her body

– Patrick Sweeney

his pride tied to the bedpost
with her thermal undies

– Karen Cesar

I hear the nuns
roaring over Seinfeld’s
show about nothing

– Marilyn Potter

clinking single malts
on the balcony

– Paul MacNeil

halfway across the world
a skein of clouds halfway
across the moon

– Michael Henry Lee

one last circle dance
before the lights go out

– Barbara A Taylor

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