they
ask
why
haiku
I say
why
not
there
has
always
been
spring
I
.
after the concert
a symphony
of ringtones
.
after the music
silence is still
catching up
.
always cheerful
bank manager
another loan
.
another death
a dried flower
on a grave
.
another year
they call it
new
.
art & craft
the line
in a poem
gets fixed
.
ashes
to the wind
to be
everywhere
.
at the end
at peace
at last
.
at the start
sorrow
at the end
regret
floating world
.
at a station
a lone train
— yet full
.
autumn
things
that come
to mind
.
back from
the burnt
the ashes
.
between
then and now
always
.
between trains
neither has
arrived yet
.
birthday
present
in email
.
blackout
only
sounds
.
bookstore
one book
warm to
the touch
.
border
nothing
but the sign
.
burning history
newspapers
in a fireplace
.
bus drives on
another afternoon
left in the past
.
but a gap
between
dreams
yet huge
.
calendar
thinning
as days
add up
.
a calendar
all the days
that might
never come
.
candlelight
and flowers
both smell
over-sweet
.
cat in the mirror
calm knowing
it is still there
.
childhood
fragments
collectibles
on eBay
.
choices
nowhere
to go but
somewhere
.
city life
early bus
late passengers
.
the clock ticking
the sunrise away
what if it stopped
.
cold fireplace
in the ashes
idea for a poem
.
computer crash
without a sound
on its part
.
connecting cities
the road cuts
the forest in half
.
counting
raindrops
so many
ways to
be wrong
.
a crack
in the wall
closed by
cobweb
.
crossroads
yet another way
to somewhere else
.
crumpled
pillow
remains
of a dream
.
curious
made-up
stories
mostly set
in the past
.
dark
and darker
with lights on
.
day and dream
in-between
something else
.
dead
fresh
flowers
.
deadline done
breaking dawn
breaking down
.
different
in twilight
same poem
.
different books
not so different
on a bookshelf
.
discarded
gift-wraps
no longer
festive
.
a distant
memory
up close
an old
photograph
.
dog days
all the same
for the dogs
.
dried flower
in a book
untold story
.
a duet
inside
the piano
outside
the rain
.
each stone
with a name
graveyard
.
the edge
of the map
the road
goes on
.
endless rooftops
so many yet
only one home
.
eulogy
heartfelt
words
that have
to be said
.
eyes
closed
things
seem
closer
.
falling dusk
fading clock
keeps ticking
nonetheless
.
familiar
scent
its absence
clearer
each time
.
family
funeral
reunion
.
family album
blank pages
in the middle
.
fed by
poems
the fire
.
finally
enough
moonlight
to make
a haiku
.
first up
then old
growing
.
flying
first class
outside
same view
.
freight train
losing the count
of the carriages
.
full
of ideas
trash bin
.
game of chess
side by side
the victorious
the vanquished
.
Grandpa’s
photographs
strangers
everyone
.
graveyard
in a book
an old album
.
growing older
the days seem
shorter
.
guiding light
a cigarette tip
in the dark
.
haiku
full-time
lockdown
.
haiku manual
300+ pages
about 3 lines
.
hard to tell
them apart
this world
reflection
in a mirror
.
hard words
soft paper
makes them
no less hard
.
heavy mist
blurred edges
blurred words
.
hospital
outside
the life
.
in a crowd
lingering
echoes
of glances
.
in a few
strokes
silence
.
in a library
the silence
of voices
.
in the park
a bench that is
always vacant
is occupied
.
in the space
between words
more words
.
insomnia
too slow
too soon
.
just taking
the edge off
another glass
.
leaving behind
or letting go
difference
exaggerated
.
loneliness
when you talk
to yourself
when you don’t
listen
.
lost
in a park
in thoughts
.
loud music
less silence
within
.
a love
letter
a lovely
paper
crane
.
melting the ice
spring thaw
peace talks
.
mid-life crisis
why not call it
half-life?
.
a minute of silence
but really about
forty-two seconds
.
modern art gallery
evacuation plan
rather ancient
.
a moment
an infinity
in a few lines
.
morning bus
uneven pace
of the streets
.
morning chill
street musician
warms up
.
never
enough
time to do
nothing
.
new
home
old
smells
.
new teeth
quite a bite
dentist’s bill
.
news again
but there’s also
spring
.
night bus
looking outside
seeing oneself
.
night sky
on tiptoes
better to see
.
nighttime
from the window
still inside
.
no words
to say of it
silence
.
odd physics
the darker
the louder
.
old grave
fresh flowers
made of plastic
.
old painting
not enough
craquelures
.
old photos
belonging
to me now
someone’s
memories
.
optimistic
worse than
yesterday
better than
tomorrow
.
order
each object
randomly
in its place
.
page after page
the time goes
at book’s pace
.
paradox
before
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