A couple of senryu today...

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he sneaks

some Viagra - she chooses

some bed socks

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missing

my cold knees

new jeans

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drawing north

to the sugarcane - shadows

cut the freeway

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almost home

maple trees ablaze

in the ash wet sky

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Simply Haiku, winter 2009, vol 7 no 4

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elevator music

a grunge song

gone to seed

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Thanks to everyone that visits this site, and to those of you that take the time to comment. I still feel like the new kid in the sandbox, but I have noticed the writing community is very supportive. You all rock.

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dew soaked grass

my son's small footprints

grow smaller

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I might dedicate this one to Patrick Gillespie of PoemShape and Polona of Crows & Daisies, as they have followed this blog from the outset. Thank you very much.

xx Dalloway

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abandoned silos

turn to face the moon

the city breathes

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See Bandit's Moon Viewing Party May 3 2009

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cross-stitched

kookaburras - even

the tea towels

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Simply Haiku, winter 2009, vol 7 no 4

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squatter's doll

jammed in a tree

police check the letterbox

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a parachute

twists... into the North Sea-

his sepia smile

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The similes of Jack Dalloway, aged three and three quarters

Putting some thought into the matter, my three year old son announced, "I'm as fast as fire and daddy is as fast as lightning... and you, mum, are as slow as a glued bus."

Overlooking the questionable accuracy of his words, I admired the bright eyes of my blossoming little poet and offered him more juice.

trying my shoes...

he asks if there's anything

else I've got

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telegraph wires

Missing Much Loved

Family Pet

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