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    A Quiet Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

    By MrSmith1 on Fri, 08/02/2013 - 12:46pm |
     
     
     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
     
    After the rainstorm
    shimmering shafts of sunshine,
    broke through the dark clouds.
     
    My friend and neighbor, David Thompson, sent me this amazing photo.  He took it the other day at about the same time I was posting this haiku on my Facebook page.  Synchronicity,
     
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    The bride stripped bare by
    nude descending a staircase ...
    He was 'readymade.'
     
    (Happy would-have-been 126th birthday this week to artist Marcel Duchamp.)
     
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    The needs of today
    demand that we forget the
    'hows' of yesterday.
     
     
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     Leaves would follow her,
    tumbling in her wake like
    fawning sycophants.
     
     
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     I hear distant trains
    and imagine going home ...
    whistles on the wind.
     
     
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     Mary had a lamb,
    And little though it was, it
    began stalking her.
     
     
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     Silent flutterings,
    and pirouettes in mid-air ...
    butterfly's ballet.
     
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    Loathsome folks also
    have that tiny piece of God
    which hides inside us.
     
     
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     Coffee on the porch,
    watching kids on bicycles
    chased by barking dogs.
     
     
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    If you choose to use
    a magnifying glass, know
    that you will find flaws.
     
     
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    How her heart would ache
    in the middle of the night
    yet be healed by dawn.
     
     
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    He's got vertigo,
    you can bet he's sure to go
    falling down the stairs.
     
     
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    A couple cuddles
    outside of the Guggenheim,
    then he hails a cab.
     
     
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    Reading comic books
    and playing travel bingo
    got them to Grandma's ...
     
     
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    tanka haiku: Why do you suppose
    we have physical limits?
    To teach us patience.
     
    (Also, to give us something
    that we can complain about ...)
     
     
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    The scar on his arm
    made his hula-girl tattoo
    appear to wiggle.
     
     
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    Who have you steadied?
    Whose heart have you opened? Whose
    dreams have you unleashed?
     
     
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     And then, a rainbow
    swept across the darkened sky,
    for the storm had ended.
     

    Thanks to my friend, Kristina Rebelo for the beautiful photo.

    photo Copyright 2013 by Kristina Rebelo
     
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    Be here now always

    reminds me of  'est' training.

    Now, be there was then.

     
     
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    Whimsical haikus

    that spring up inside my head

    always make me laugh.

     
     

    Comments

    I am having a quiet afternoon too.  Enjoyed your post. 


    by trkingmomoe on Fri, 08/02/2013 - 1:31pm

    I grew tired of telling this story (and others grew tired of my stories), but 30 miles from Hibbing I listen still to the sounds of the trains and the winds.

    This is Dylan country.

    As far as I am concerned, it was the wind and the trains that drove his music.

    All the iron ore up here in the old days (just think for a minute, Dylan is now from the 'old days'.) ha

    Still here; the same old sounds. The sounds of the trains has of course dwindled but we still have the wind.

    You just have me thinking.


    by Richard Day on Fri, 08/02/2013 - 7:17pm

     

    Could there ever be
    a greater compliment than
    "You've got me thinking" ... ?

     

      Thanks DD.   I still listen too 

     

     


    by MrSmith1 on Fri, 08/02/2013 - 10:50pm