I was running but
I think I’ll sit here awhile
upon reflection

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Forgotten onion
still growing, without fanfare
We could learn from that

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**** LOVELY BLOG READERS: I’m so sorry for the haiku delay. I was being SO good at posting my haiku daily on facebook… and Instagram… and Twitter, that I forgot about the blog! I’ve just added the four days that I missed and I’ll keep it up to date from here on out! ****

You’re your own arrow
with an aim both true and high
Way to make a point

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Black holes aren’t vacant —
they devour space, bend time,
resist intrusion

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I ask each idea
to grow into an ocean
but some just dry up

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There’s plenty of time …
When you kick around in creeks
your days grow longer

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After days of rain
the sky splits open, spills light
like juice from the fruit

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In case you wondered
why you could not stop sneezing:
these indecent trees

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Meeting a new pup…
getting to know each other…
the whole thing’s a blur

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I do not know what we got ourselves into this month.
This was the hardest thing! An anagram poem.
(Curses, Linda Baie for making this look so fun and easy last month!)
Why did I find it so so so hard? OK, impossible.
But the clock’s run out of time so here goes….
a pair of anagrams per line.
Aaaaaaak!

What can I glean from the angel
at my elbow about what lies below?
What can I parse from her spare
verse (that veers toward
danger), what garden does she
steer me through, what hooked trees
loom in stark detail?

My eyes dilate
as I gaze over the acres that scare me,
at the serpents earth presents.
But then at the bluest sky, too – not subtle,
that goodness. It cannot stifle itself,
this earth – its heart whole, like mine.

Now go check out the others!
Tanita
Tricia
Sara
Andi
Laura

And go enjoy Poetry Friday at The Blog With the Shockingly Clever Title!
Happy weekend everyone….