“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