Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

brokenfingers · Sep 26, 2009

It is my shadow,
but if I face the sunlight
it is behind me.

WriterUnboxed · Sep 26, 2009

It is behind me
carried off by the season
kite strings of summer

Woof · Sep 27, 2009

kite strings of summer
hanging from a dead tree branch
in the spring, a nest

onestepp · Sep 27, 2009

In the spring, a nest
small baby-blue oval eggs
forgotten treasures

coloneldax · Sep 27, 2009

forgotten treasures
haunt me till the day I die -
and never are lost

my ledge ends · Sep 29, 2009

And never are lost
And never are gained, either
Sitting intemperate.

Woof · Sep 29, 2009

sitting intemperate
with a bottle of whiskey
the muse slurs her words

my ledge ends · Sep 29, 2009

The muse slurs her words
The abstract stays unwritten
The life is unloved.

WriterUnboxed · Sep 29, 2009

The life is unloved
too attuned to the minute
her senses deaden

my ledge ends · Sep 29, 2009

Her senses deaden
As reality arrives
Feeling is dying

coloneldax · Sep 29, 2009

Feeling is dying
And so I am fading softly -
Dying within

onestepp · Oct 3, 2009

Dying within
dry colorless weathered day
hell reconstructed.

Woof · Oct 6, 2009

hell reconstructed
into a private sauna
dead bankers will sweat

onestepp · Oct 11, 2009

Dead bankers with sweat
franklins fevered features swelled
pastures greenery

WriteOn85 · Oct 12, 2009

onestepp said:
Dead bankers with sweat
franklins fevered features swelled
pastures greenery

Pastures greenery
Am I in Heaven's meadow
Or at Home Depot?

Dario D. · Oct 12, 2009

Or at Home Depot
where many bathroom fixtures
begin life pre-broken

Poetic_Justice · Oct 17, 2009

Begin life pre-broken
cracked just to reduce
the stress fractures

Dario D. · Oct 17, 2009

the stress fractures
They spread me over the nail-bed
and then they jump

A. Hamilton · Oct 17, 2009

and then they jump
nothing solid underneath
yet the fledglings soar

Poetic_Justice · Oct 17, 2009

Yet the fledglings soar
over mountains and rivers
despite wing's tire

Ganesha · Oct 18, 2009

despite wing's tire
mercury's head was flying
thoughts screeched to a halt

WriterUnboxed · Oct 18, 2009

Thoughts screeched to a halt
as three leaves danced in the road
alive with autumn

Bolen · Oct 22, 2009

Alive with Autumn
I dread the weary Winter
To sleep and not dream

Woof · Oct 22, 2009

to sleep and not dream
of dreary days in detail
vacation from life

onestepp · Oct 22, 2009

vacation from life
pearly polished silver lamp
three wishes granted.