across my cold quilt
a street lamp and moonlight
play shadow games
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gravestones with speakers
a tattered and torn screen
ruins of a drive-in
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thought I heard a bee
it was the tabby snoring
not even spring yet
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rained-on stone buddha
are you any the wiser
sitting in the mud
~~
dark and secluded
forest embraces the lost
never lets them go
~~~
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Love those haikus
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Glad you enjoyed them, Jude!
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Nice share, Susi! Beautiful Haiku, Bruce Jewett.
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Agreed! :)
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Wonderful work, Mr. J. Haikulicious, every one. Especially enjoyed the rain/muddy Buddha. I think he’d tell you that nothing matters more than rain and mud, although neither of them really exist. And even if they ARE real, they will not last. Oooommmmm…
Salute!
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Thanks for stopping by, Ron! :)
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#Haiku Happenings #3: Bruce Jewett’s latest haiku appear in I write Her!
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