Thursday, March 22, 2018

Haiku and Haikoids



Haiku


The past, now over;
The future, ever not yet;
The present, ever.

Fewer words, more work.
Please may I go on and on?
No. Let silence speak.



Haikoids


Four-five-three-one?
And call it Haikoid?
Oh, why not.
Sure!

Though all is one,
here is never there,
anywhere.
Why?

Hillside, blue sky.
I lie down beside
my wife’s grave.
Bliss.

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