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Willie R. Bongcaron, PH
 

 

 

Haiku

 

solar eclipse
the crescent moon yawns
to the left

 

 

morning news...
in between sips of tea
and conversation

 

 

with the fog
the sun is up...
chilly me

 

 

by the brook...
the innocence of a child
playing with daisies

 

 

crescent moon
lying on a bed
of soft clouds

 

 

contemplation...
listening to the hazy sound
of your being

 

alone, missing your touches in my poem

 

 

missing you, the train's journey is eons away

 

 

Tanka

 

the night is ripe
to pen you a song...
the waves are still
and the music shall bind
you closer to my heart

 

 

unkempt
the front yard
at dawn
after a fiery night
of ecstasy and romance

 

 

into the night
staring at book-pressed petals
when the moon is full
long after you were gone
to make love to the wolves

 

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