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August 10, 2012


[A Haiku]

when fog shrouds pier’s end

Christ may bid your walk test Death’s

sweet promised reward


[Not A Haiku]

Love descends –

Cocoons herself

In passion’s ashes,

Longing for her mythic rise

On Phoenix wings.

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  1. nice nibbles. You write both prose and poetry with a fine touch.

    • Thank you so much, Jean. I worked harder on the Haiku, getting the right syllable count without straining or losing meaning than any longer piece, poetry or prose that I’d written. I really admire the Haiku poet. And, I’m thrilled by your comment. This is a nice birthday present.

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