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I have completed and survived all 28 days of the haiku challenge by responding to daily word prompts by Michael Dylan Welch.  Writing to such prompts can easily become a process that bears only a marginal connection with that place from which these little poems rise.  Having said that, the creativity of the human imagination is unlimited and has the potential to discover connections with the universal in and through the most mundane and unpoetic of objects.  Whatever poems one somehow creates out of this communal routine, there is fun to be had in seeing where the leap from the prompt takes one.
 
 
 
#1 banjo
 
sour grapes
the twang of magpies
through the trees
 
 
#2 brother
 
sunset fire
a blood brotherhood
of praise
 
 
#3 bandaid 
 
festering sky —
a child gathers bandaids 
from the cliff bottom 
 
 
#4 black
 
for the sky
a mix of cyan, yellow
and magenta
 
 
#5 bump
 
foggy path
her otherness bumps
into mine 
 
I I I —
all the ids that thud
in the night
 
I stumble among
undetonated egos . . .
haiku killing field
 
 
#6 battery
 
summer breeze
the sudden silence
of caged hens
 
 
#7 box 
 
sudden chill
a family boxes in
on itself
 
 
#8 bounce
 
 
morning jog
liveliness springs
from her step
 
 
#9 belief
 
first light . . .
I awaken to a dream
of myself
 
 
#10 bean
 
autumn dusk . . .
afterglow of peace, love
and mung beans
 
 
#11 biscuit
 
little sparrow . . .
biscuit crumbs trail
before her
 
 
#12 break
 
sound of water —
a haiku hinges on 
this line break
 
 
#13 book
 
 
rain forest . . .
all the trees not found
in my books 
 
 
#14 betrayal
 
valentine's day
the wandering eyes
of a blackbird
 
 
#15 busker
 
still not found
what he is looking for
night busker
 
 
#16 bicycle
 
my unicode
1F6B2
built for two
 
 
 
#17 bagel
 
lenten vows
on her ring finger
a bagel
 
 
 
#18 burrito
 
summer heat
a burrito brays
after itself
 
 
 
#19 baby
 
in the bowl
a wailing madonna's
pregnancy tissue
 
 
#20 bling
 
Huysmans' tortoise . . .
a hip-hop pimp hobbling
under guilt
 
 
#21 brussels sprouts
 
almost there
the sprouting of green
on the stalk
 
 
#22 barn
 
 bumper harvest time —
a rich man plans bigger barns
to hoard his excess
 
 
#23 beehive
 
thunder hive
a taste of honey
from the rock
 
 
#24 boat
 
coinless
before Charon
summer ends
 
 
#25 braid
 
to this end
the twists and turns
of her finger
 
 
#26 brew
 
end of summer —
what spectres bubble
from the mud pool?
 
 
#27 button
 
cold war —
the rehearsal of
a button press
 
 
#28 bridge
 
the other —
my shadow bridges 
its abyss
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an apple
here in hiding
. . . nothing more

 

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along this path
a bellbird chimes descant
to my footsteps —
she listens to the way
I sing inside my head

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war rumours
a wood pigeon
moves tree

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moonless night . . .
the persistence
of nothing

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empty glasses
amid protestations
of love

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sound of water
a child counts tadpoles
on one hand

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first light . . .
I awaken to a dream
of myself

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late mail . . .
I catch a whisper
of snow

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white noise . . .
cicadas flesh out
summer

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day moon . . .
the gap between shot
and victim

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moon-haunted sky —
a night bird sounds out
that which was

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willows
in a foreign tongue
word the wind

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suckling child . . .
silence gathers
within her

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joyful decade . . .
the undercurrent
of cicadas

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withered fields . . .
a corporate think tank
traps the rain

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end of summer . . .
light grows heavy with heat
and cicadas

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after dark
more than just echoes
the cicadas

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summer's end
the morepork gives out
an aged sound

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failing light . . .
my feet outrun the dust
of another town