Haiku
edited by Kala Ramesh
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approaching storm ...
a butterfly enters
the flower shop
first-time kayaking
a dragonfly appears
to lead the way
COVID isolation --
the therapy
of birdsongs
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the robin's heart
thumping on my finger
mine thumps louder
copper
sculpted into moonlight
beech leaves
a whiteness
through the mist above
a would-be moon
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lingering war —
a stranger shovels dirt
on a stranger's coffin
winter solstice
war turns
into war
dementia —
the sun sinks into
a deeper blue
sunflowers
on her smartphone a photo
from refugee camp
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just snow petrels before that nothing
seasonal depression...
the cape sand frog
buries its head
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dawn
the startled cry
of a skylark
the rising squee
of a blackbird –
morning alarm
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string puppets are we really free
windsock wherever life takes me
between the id and the ego i walk a tightrope
daybreak
the white dome
grey with pigeons
at war
with ourselves
monoculture
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receding rain
the pause between
thrush trills
cornucopia
another abandoned
placenta
waltzing rain
the lingering ache
in my bones
endless sky
the perfect shape
of an open palm
wrinkled tomatoes
my skin succumbs
to your touch
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winter dark -
the empty sky full
of honking geese
the iridescence in a magpie's tail -
nothing is black and white
high winds -
a kestrel hovers
somehow
a black dog
in a derelict tunnel -
distant thunder
snow
dancing
jackdaws
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locked soldier ants
throw their weight about
—silent disco
driving off-track—
the fattest elephant seal
steals a pre-dug patch
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late afternoon
mountain shadow
crawls across the meadow
hermit thrush
in the bare redbud tree
loneliness
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after the storm
small clouds parked
on double yellow lines
doe-eyed chihuahua—
my labrador skids to a stop
in mid-fetch
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when there’s no one left
to tend your grave
starlight
seaside toilet
even the spider
stays outside
when you realise
what death means
nightingale
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confessions
the open doors
we hide behind
back and forth
along the pier
my share of sky
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day's end
a few petals remain
in the hearse
polished floor
a patch of sunlight
slides
across borders
this language
of snowflakes
ebb tide
shells remain
and questions
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economics class
a jet plane in the sky draws
the exponential curve
under the skipping rope
the moon jumps
with me
first paddy spikes ...
a bunch of golden strings
in my hand
even in Kerala
watching the snake boat race
I long for Kerala