“A Few Haiku (38)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#223)

sorrow begets joy
from the ashes of my soul
a columbine

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(#224)

what can harsh words rend
that kind words cannot assuage
the healing rain

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(#225)

under starless skies
my heart sings a silent dirge
night wind in the trees

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(#226)

my regrets are mine
my shame wears my haggard face
my soul weeps alone

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(#227)

vagaries of life
my heart’s buoyancy in doubt
on my soulless sea

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(#228)

what my heart demands
my mind cannot comprehend
and my soul rejects

“A Few Haiku (37)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#217)

clarity sundered
in the swelter and the din
of scorched memories

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(#218)

fitting denouement
thoughtless birds and bitter breeze
signify the end

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(#219)

I behold the stars
through the blurred prisms of tears
hope is beyond reach

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(#220)

holes in the pockets
of my soul; I lost myself
somewhere on the way

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(#221)

aloof stars shine on
while constellations of lives
perish on the earth

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(#222)

take my hand, my friend
do not cry, do not despair
you are not alone

“A Few Haiku (36)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#211)

the empty cistern
my poetry garden dies
in this wordless drought

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(#212)

that cur depression
skulks on the periphery
hyper-vigilant

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(#213)

thoughts bereft of words
prisoners inside my head
silent penitence

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(#214)

desiccated soul
slakes its thirst from murky meres
roams my sunless mind

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(#215)

mental exhaustion
I can no longer pretend
everything is fine

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(#216)

parts of me have died
that no one will ever know
nor will ever mourn

“A Few Haiku (35)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#205)

in the forest
nothing matters but the sound
of my quiet mind

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(#206)

my heart finds its home
where the sparrows congregate
the vernal canopy

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(#207)

time and wind and rain
soften edges of harsh stones
my sorrows assuaged

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(#208)

once I saw the sea
there was no more wandering
my home had found me

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(#209)

glowing stardew laves
dozing midnight columbines
celestial dreams

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(#210)

these numb fingers
have lost their feel for life
my grip weakens

“A Few Haiku (34)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#199)

domestic abuse
my seven-year-old self
learns to hate

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(#200)

sunflower song
a dirge for those
who shall never bloom

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(#201)

tank tracks in mud
scrawl across sunflower fields
calligraphy of war

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(#202)

spent brass shell casings
golden glitter in the streets
currency of death

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(#203)

we watch and wait
while children cry and die
thoughts and prayers are not enough

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(#204)

judgment day
we have no excuse for
what we have done

“A Few Haiku (33)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#193)

ursine winter’s claws
rend and tear and desecrate
yellow petals fall

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(#194)

this endless winter
memories of sunflowers
as the cities burn

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(#195)

children shall run free
in gilded sunflower fields
when this winter ends

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(#196)

glowing sunflowers
where there is light there is hope
we stand with Ukraine

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(#197)

sunflower seeds
plant the gardens of healing
watered with tears

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(#198)

cowards who start wars
shall die in ignominy
putin’s legacy

“A Few Haiku (32)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#187)

the forsaken vase
still stands where you left it
waiting for your flower

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(#188)

in the end
my heaven could not redeem
your hell

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(#189)

memories of you
litter the oak-shadowed grass
I tread carefully

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(#190)

coy spring tarries
just beyond my winter heart
how I yearn for her

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(#191)

strawberry spring
the false hope of redemption
as the storm draws nigh

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(#192)

my destitute mind
is as barren as my heart
all the words have gone

“A Few Haiku (31)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#181)

three chickadees…
winter’s ellipsis as earth
pauses in thought

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(#182)

winter cattails
frozen tiki torches glow
in silver moon-fire

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(#183)

in night’s cold silence
old snow-laden branch succumbs
too many winters

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(#184)

warmth and light and love
all the world’s hope resides
in my glowing hearth

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(#185)

messenger moon
conveys hope to my lost love
through the years and tears

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(#186)

light in the darkness
dawn of hope or setting sun
I cannot decide

“A Few Haiku (30)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#175)

the burning earth
raging sea and starless sky
nature’s broken heart

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(#176)

the blowing snow
winter’s children play hopscotch
on frozen fields

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(#177)

nine thousand miles
and years of pain lie between
my heart and my soul

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(#178)

does she remember
in her tropical winter
my world of snow

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(#179)

drafts have stilled the hearth
killed the fire in my soul
endless winter night

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(#180)

ice in wash basin
fingers too frigid to wash
cold thoughts from my mind

“A Few Haiku (29)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#169)

my unsettled thoughts
blanket my winter world
in restless stasis

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(#170)

winter’s bitter dirge
prelude to spring’s soliloquy
hope waits in the wings

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(#171)

from womb to tomb
winter’s ever-present shroud
white cloak of despair

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(#172)

heaven’s secrets
whispered in the hiss of rain
on elm leaves

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(#173)

to those whose stories
go unheard by dearth of care
nature lends her ear

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(#174)

all hope is not lost
though harsh winter batters me
the golden suisen