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spring flowers unfold lift their heads to bright sunshine it’s natures #haiku #vss365 #haiku #WritingCommunity

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toll booth lit for Christmas -- from my hand to hers warm change Michael Dylan Welch tinyurl.com/fry9km4a #haiku #poetry #micropoetry #poem #relationship #warmth #Christmas2023 FYI: Selected Poems for Reflections on #Christmas, tinyurl.com/fry9km4a #writing #haiku #tanka

#Haiku #Anthology #Cor after tires on the rain wet country road pine-dripping silence ———- wheel ruts of the old logging road flowing with rain Joe Nutt … who understood haiku is a “moment” … both caught my attention on the first reading. Posted by John Wisdom

#Haiku #Anthology #Cor carried from the car the ventriloquist’s dummy looks around —— twilight staples rust in the telephone pole —— the fat lady bends over the tomatoes a full moon Alan Pizzarelli .. (originality haiku) Posted by John Wisdom

#Haiku #Anthology #Cor Alexis #Rotella Yachts all docked — the tinkle of ice —— Deep in the inkwell a star —— Sunset riding the merry-go-round alone Alexis had more haiku published in MH than anyone else. Posted by John Wisdom

Having fun together.. 😊

Jo Grundy, Carpet of Snowdrops

The perfect harmony of black and blue ...

Activists in Florida have petitioned to protect women’s civil rights by putting abortion on the ballot. We have faith that the preservation of women’s lives will be protected from bad laws and faith that #BidenHarris2024 will do right by us. #TrustWomenRestoreRoe #DemCastFL

back home from the late night shift this silence and yet ... beside the bed my German Shepherd bit.ly/3D3VgmY #dog #relationship #tanka #poetry #micropoetry #poem

Kitten discovering its tail

Turtle?

It’s #BidenHarris2024 no ifs, ands, or buts.

#Haiku #Anthology #Cor landing swallow — the ship’s chain dips lightly —- note how well Michael captures a moment, never story telling. ——— toll booth lit for Christmas — from my hand to hers warm change again, a “moment.” Michael D. Welch Posted by John Wisdom

Charles Spencelayh (1865 - 1958)🇬🇧 The Empty Chair, 1947

Before the morning flowing into flowers Before the evening & the last laments of birds Before ... There is a song in a shell called love

Sing sweetly in my ear little bird so blue. Melodies so loud and clear drawing me to you. #micropoetry