NaHaWriMo 2018 Bids Adieu

Alas, we come to the end. February, along with National Haiku Writing Month 2018, bid adieu. A parting kiss, a tip of the hat, and a thanks to all.

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Day 22

Just five syllables

away from finding five more

to finally fin…

 

Day 23

The first winter snows

fall late in February

to a Springing earth.

 

Day 24

Go ahead and pull

the trigger of your lover.

She is still hungry.

 

Day 25

Lacerated flesh

smells of burning horizons.

All in a day’s work.

 

Day 26

Souls, in hollow steel.

An industry of madness

makes tiny men rich.

 

Day 27

It seems we eschew

the pulchritude of gladness

for want of power.

 

Day 28

Today, I shot kids.

Thanks be to God that I can

live where I am free.

NaHaWriMo 2018, part 3

Day 17

I cannot say why

the page seems a mystery

to a breath of ink.

 

Day 18

If there is but one

desire, given to all men,

could it not be love?

 

Day 19

A rotund excuse

it takes to suffer one’s pride

for want of one’s rights.

 

Day 20

A curious thing

this stand of winter flowers,

blooming out of rhyme.

 

Day 21

When the clock stood still,

two arms aimed at journey’s end

couldn’t stand the strain.

More NaHaWriMo 2018

More Haiku, or my attempt at the same, for National Haiku Writing Month, 2018!

 

Day 10

Kelly Belmonte,

thanks for the haiku advice.

It’s been most helpful!

 

Day 11

Watch the sky, squinting

against her lonely brilliance –

pants dying winter.

 

Day 12

I never could have

foreseen today unfolding

quite the way it did.

 

Day 13

“It’s only ten bucks,”

he said, through unseeing eyes.

“Why not get a job?”

 

Day 14 (Ash Wednesday)

One swipe of a thumb,

marking our humanity.

Momento mori.

 

Day 15

Let’s shoot our children.

And before their blood is dry,

we’ll do it again.

 

Day 16

Dark and deep the ground

that suffocates our children

and steals our future.