“A Few Haiku & Senryu (59)”

(c) 2023 by Michael L. Utley

(#349)

thunderclaps
the sound of birth and death
bookends of nothingness

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(#350)

between earth and sky
there is only everything
in the emptiness

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(#351)

this frozen sky
tries so hard to snow but can’t
my winter heart

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(#352)

do not interrupt
the slow dreams of drowsing trees
fickle winter moon

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(#353)

pardon the mountain, dear moon
for his heart is stone
and his burden heavy

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(#354)

somewhere in this life
I’ll lose myself or find myself
a soul’s journey

“A Few Haiku & Senryu (58)”

(c) 2023 by Michael L. Utley

(#343)

in these dead woods
only the storm crow
knows my name

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(#344)

an entire universe
in the bowl of my old hands
and still I’m alone

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(#345)

red-wrought destruction
right-wing nihilism wears
a death’s head grin

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(#346)

there’s no need for books
when guns speak louder than words
red-hat terrorism

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(#347)

blood on our hands
bullets don’t discriminate
another child gone

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(#348)

love and lenity
the earth pleads for sanity
as the bullets fly

“A Few Haiku & Senryu (57)”

(c) 2023 by Michael L. Utley

(#337)

childhood’s end at seven
I’ve been nothing but a ghost
since then

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(#338)

hypervigilance
through dark watches of the night
a young boy’s burden

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(#339)

all these long years
the monster dead and gone
yet the fear remains

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(#340)

thunder and brimstone
the profane currency
of childhood

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(#341)

in the end
he felt no remorse at all
my father’s death

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(#342)

how to feel again
when all I’ve ever known is fear
how to live again

“A Few Haiku & Senryu (56)”

(c) 2023 by Michael L. Utley

(#331)

dusty stew pot
her memory lingers by
the cold hearth

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(#332)

a tiny sun
in this cold dark hell
golden suisen

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(#333)

strings of koto
from beyond the bamboo grove
my heart breaks again

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(#334)

don’t look at me, moon
I’m not who you think I am
dark night of the soul

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(#335)

from my window
the mountain; from the mountain
eternity

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(#336)

green silence
and the end of all things
sea of trees

(Note: A bit of a title change for this series. I’ve been writing senryu almost as long as haiku and I figured it was time to clarify that these little collections contain both. Haiku pertain to nature and seasons, while senryu address the human condition. The formats are virtually identical; the subject matter differs.)

“A Few Haiku (55)”

(c) 2023 by Michael L. Utley

(#325)

to write is to breathe
and I am suffocating
in silence

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(#326)

speak again of joy
and the warmth of summer days
your lies are comforting

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(#327)

pond ice
stretched thin as hope
and equally deceptive

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(#328)

some write of joy
I write of experience
would they were the same

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(#329)

pardon my sorrow
and forgive my weeping soul
a poet’s lament

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(#330)

hope comes and goes
and lasts for but a season
winter snow

“A Few Haiku (54)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#319)

the trees believed once
before they lost everything
the lies of winter

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(#320)

for whom do you seek
there’s no one here but me
long night moon

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(#321)

fetch the sickle moon
let us harvest ice blossoms
winter star fields

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(#322)

sorrows of autumn
kindle the warmth of winter
the blazing hearth

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(#323)

this bitter cold
reminds me I’m alive
and why I wish I weren’t

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(#324)

in each flake
a brief eternity
the grief of winter

“A Few Haiku (53)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#313)

my world begins and ends
at my window
lonely winter moon

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(#314)

blood and feathers
the sky falls into my palm
a young boy’s shame

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(#315)

calligraphy of sorrow
etched on her wrists
autumn’s demise

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(#316)

fast asleep
in the heron’s belly
the stilt hut

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(#317)

one cup one bowl one spoon
and a thousand silences
winter’s bitter feast

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(#318)

when it’s time to laugh
I will laugh; until then
let me cry

“A Few Haiku (52)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#307)

dry gourds rattle
among cautious deer hooves
the forgotten garden

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(#308)

sing loudly, moon
for my heart is deaf
and my soul yearns to dance

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(#309)

there is peace
in the aftermath of tears
the joy of sorrow

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(#310)

let go the acorn
trust the earth
to keep its promise

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(#311)

an eternity
from your eyes to my heart
a tear’s journey

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(#312)

dull silence
a stone flung at a post
a summer’s field in winter

“A Few Haiku (51)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#301)

in sleeping woods
the scent of burning bark
the fragrance of memories

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(#302)

the tilt of her head
as she looked at me
the burned bridge

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(#303)

cairns of river stones
lest the stream forget
its sorrow

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(#304)

these old coins
both priceless and worthless
a wealth of emptiness

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(#305)

swift, swift the stream
and all it sweeps away
the torrent of the years

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(#306)

among the rushes
the blur of silent koi
and dreams of oblivion

“A Few Haiku (49)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#289)

burning leaf piles
a taste of smoke
the flavor of melancholy

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(#290)

a handful of
broken promises
last autumn’s acorns

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(#291)

Aokigahara
Fuji’s shoulders bear
the weight of sorrow

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(#292)

ragged sheaves
my old rusted sickle
nears harvest’s end

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(#293)

these tears
it’s the bitter autumn wind
that’s all

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(#294)

in a field of sage and lupine
a young boy dreams
an old man weeps