summer troiku

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #1845 Troiku Challenge: Summertime

at the seashore
wind of summer through my hair
the shortest night

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at the seashore
small boy with his orange bucket
builds a new world

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wind of summer through my hair
tells tales of the ancients
in a secret language

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the shortest night
leaves lovers and dreamers
longing for darkness

Beggars Without Bowls

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Beggars Without Bowls

I offer seeds and nuts to the beggars
and they come, big and small, begging,

without bowls, for alms, for scraps that beg
not to be wasted. And I, like those beggars,

hope for a quick reward, a glimpse, for begging
them with seeds and nuts to appear – those feathered beggars

scavenging for leftovers beneath the feeder, beggars
without bowls in bird-like disguise

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: How to Cut a Pomegranate

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Secret Star

The ancient apple tree freely gives up its fruit
The universe held safely within the core of its being

Covered tightly in a smooth red skin protecting the wisdom
Of the ages, the stories of past lives, tales of feast and famine

My knife pierces that skin and sweet juices trickle over my fingers
A baptism of holy sweetness, a promise of things to come

And there, in the center where new life is held, I see the secret star

A Curious Deception

It’s curious how the moon glides calmly

through the night sky, serenely shining down

on peace and wars alike, when all the while

it is tugging and pulling at this planet earth

silently directing time and tides and

migrating birds and you and me