poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

A rising curtain;
hubbub dying like a breeze –
my moment. I sneeze.

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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘dread’.

Canal reflections –
lanterns dancing in moonlight;
a mask floats downstream.

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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘carnival’.