Carpe Diem Haiku - Courtyard Blues

this empty courtyard -
shards of broken pottery
scent of lavender

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Far from powerless

It's less this lack
than finding ways
to share what warmth we have
to bring some light with words
to watch the stars, to read a book
and finding we are
far from powerless
even in this dead of blackout.

This is a very late entry for Brendan's weekend prompt at toads that I also link up at Tuesday platform.

Louder than silence

not much was said

before we parted ways —

yet the echo

of your teaspoon stirring

still wake me up at night

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Trying

Poetry is trying
  just like lying
  relates to love
it's often black
and sometimes lack
   anything
but minor keys.
Let it burn you,
   like her letters,
but save the ash

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Not yet driftwood really

I’m both driftwood and

an acorn.

disappointment

and potential.

If only I could

chlorophyll,

I might catch the sky,

stretch and oak myself.

    

Instead I willow

bending way

too

low

not knowing how

       to grow.

For Magaly's prompt at toads

Perfection

Perfection 
is a pockmarked chin,
the dented delftware,
or a greasy fingerprint
       in a book unread.

Perfection 
is a day between,
the sickle moon
and lukewarm tea 
       shared with friends.

Perfection is what was
        and is.

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Close to midnight

soon 
it’s midnight… 
silence
sound of nought
but crawl of claws
on gravel 
     footsteps
muted   far    away

laboured breath
from rotting jaws

heartbeats racing
   twisted bedsheets
wet with sweat
    when…
suddenly 
    a clock
strikes      twelve

and moonbeamed
from my throat 
         erupt 

howls for blood

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Hunger

Hunger is less 
for the pea-
nut butter sandwich

jammed 
       between
her lipsticked lips
then sips 
of sense-
      less passion
after.

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Thirst

his thirst 

is not

from lack 

but greed

that's why

he fences

the well

and watches

as 
the desert

grow(l)s

Tan Tenga - Paulownia

from the paulownia
without a breath of wind —
falling leaves              © Nozawa Boncho

crying for our memory

loss of secret tryst        © Myself

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