Bloodied Cups – haiku

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Red waves wash ahead.

To mantelpiece bloodied cups.

Sober eyes cry ~ save!

 

syllables 5 – 7 – 5

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As I recall…

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I saw your poetry on the wall.

Scribble on white canvas.

Clean slate.

(17 syllables, 9 – 6 – 2)


Your breath was my breath.

Now there’s only emptiness.

As in scythed wheat.

(17 syllables, 5 – 7 – 5)


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Is this a fraudster?

A prankster of syllables?

Distortion of view?

(17 syllables, 5 – 7 – 5)


Oceanic rocks.

Sharper than a striking scythe.

Slice, to wound the skin.

(17 syllables, 5 – 7 – 5




Words are meaningless.

Meaningless are words enacted.

Simulating soul.

(17 syllables, 5 – 7 – 5)