orb weaver
floats a line
on the wind
.
beachcombing
a cracked inkwell
filled with mud
.
end of summer
the smell of neoprene
drying
.
father’s day
a chair left under
the cherry tree
.
a redshank’s echo skims the river moon
Wales Haiku Journal, Spring 2018, ed. Paul Chambers
Gorgeous
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Thank you! 🙂
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All great work!
These two effected me both deeply and differently:
father’s day
a chair left under
the cherry tree
a redshank’s echo skims the river moon
All of them terrific work!
warm regards,
Alan
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Thank you Alan . . . that means a lot to me! 🙂
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Beacombing is my special favourite Caroline!
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Thanks Rachel! One of my favourite things to do . . . beachcombing/mudlarking 🙂
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Hi Caroline – I love your work – especially, “father’s day”. There are so many cherry tree and cherry blossom poems out there, you have managed to be original amongst them all! a
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Thanks Pat! I’m happy that particular one resonates. It was one of those haiku that ‘wrote itself’ 🙂
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Beautiful poems, Caroline. I especially loved beach combing, Father’s Day and orb weaver. Congratulations on their publication.
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Thank you Mary, I’m so happy you like those. 🙂
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Wonderful work, Caroline! Congratulations!
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Thank you so much Stella!
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orb weaver really got to me; I shared it at word pond. Thank You.
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Thanks so much Donna!
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