Here's this week's heap of haikus:

The ocean so vast,
and the waves so persistent ...
I'll swim tomorrow.

(Photograph courtesy Kristina Rebelo.)

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Mysteries may end
while plot-lines stay unresolved.
The moon hides in clouds.

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Fitful nights will pass.
Sleep will overtake sadness.
A new day will dawn.

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When his heart's desire

bitch-slapped his raison d'être,

he felt quite confused.

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If you struggle to

build ships in bottles, why not

get bigger bottles?

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tanka haiku:

Today, our thoughts blend,
into philosophical
smoothies. They're zombies.

  How do brand new thoughts arise
  when old thoughts refuse to die?

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A sliver of moon,
slicing through the clouds, restless
shadows roam the fields.

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The filthy windshield
gave a sepia toned view
of my ride to work.

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Tanka haiku:

If elevators
stood still, then buildings would go
up and down. Cool, huh?

  A town's fun could be measured

  by skyline percolation.

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haiku quintet:

I used to enjoy

anonymous wanderings

when on vacation.

I would quietly

explore towns I visited,

as if I lived there.

now, due to age and

chronic illness, I can not

blend into backgrounds.

Ev'ry where I go

I am noticed, observed and

offered assistance.

I miss the old days

and the anonimity

which showed me new worlds.

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Paradise or Swamp?

Likely civilization

will rise from the swamp.

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When you fall in love,
it will be voracious. Hearts
never have enough.

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Sorry, for the small heap this week.  More next week.