“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

…..

(#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

…..

(#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 (43)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#253)

your shadow remains
in the nest of my heart
long since you took wing

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(#254)

let me rest my soul
in the cool shadows of the
north side of your heart

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(#255)

thoughtless koi in lotus pond
I hover above, god-like
and go unnoticed

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(#256)

take the dappled path
through the green konara copse
there I’ll find my way

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(#257)

evening mourning doves
will never let me forget
day’s death and night’s tears

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(#258)

I arrange the stones
into cairns of memories
lest I lose my way

“A Few Haiku (42)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#247)

barren apple trees
culled from orchards without thought
so many regrets

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(#248)

in the desert
all pretense is stripped away
only truth survives

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(#249)

wooden ladle and tin cup
and a bone-dry well
life’s futility

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(#250)

take the empty cup
drink my fill of nothingness
let me live in peace

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(#251)

dragging the river
somewhere in the murky depths
I may find myself

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(#252)

leave the stones unturned
let the clouds drift where they may
live in harmony

“A Few Haiku (39)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#229)

snap-beans in a wooden bowl
and tears on her cheeks
my mother’s sorrow

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(#230)

pre-dawn mourning
her eyes on the horizon
searching for the light

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(#231)

in konara copse
my soul seeks solace
in the still shadows

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(#232)

my reflection gone
even the stream forsakes me
as I drift away

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(#233)

these numb fingers
I can’t feel the difference
between hope and despair

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(#234)–(for Eivor and Pearl)

beneath verdant trees
joy and peace walk side by side
on the dappled path

“A Few Haiku (27)”

(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#157)

memories of her
drift on plains of sorrow
the driving snow

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(#158)

the withered forest
cruel winter shames the trees
into submission

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(#159)

the blush of winter
cold flirtatious wind kisses
my cheeks and nose

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(#160)

clear winter night
moon tends her silver garden
of star flowers

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(#161)

my personal winter
heart too deep in permafrost
for love’s healing thaw

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(#162)

cracks on pond ice
kintsugi heals frozen earth
as lotus slumber