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Yay Words! 
you and me
two sips of tea
unfinished
.
*
is the sun
rising or setting
I ponder
as his words ride on
dual meanings each time
*
Yesterday the temperatures were above freezing, and I could easily walk from Judi’s Place (cod and red potatoes for lunch) to Piggly Wiggly. I bought flowers and vegetables. At home, I opened a window an inch for an hour.
arranging
my treasures
in the still life picture
for today
I find peace
Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku and commented:
here and now
where I need to be …
pink dawn
where you are
be there
reflection
on the setting sun
we sip sake
liked this one..!
aloha Anitha. thank you. I like the thought in your works as well. aloha. r
wonderful concept!
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this is where my story
begins again the sun
again the empty
cups this is what a
friend does this is
again for the first time
this is
you say sunrise
I say sunset
and finish my tea
A picture
I remember
the sun setting on you
I always thought it would rise
again, I check your picture
She cycles–
I still need
training wheels.
pearl dawn the green splash in a bowl of earth
landscape in oil…
laughter and tears
in equal measures
we drink
in the new light
of dawn
lovely poem
new hope
in the horizon-
sunrise
yes, every day – lovely
another morning
not a drop of saki left
‘-tion shine law: corner of’
asperger’s
altzheimers
intersect-
try-ing to im-press
her :whatever that
is not im-pressed well
post on my own blog
I’ll be bet-ter off.
Next time may-be she’ll
just spam me then may-
-be I’ll go a-way.
Nothing personal
‘lemon tree pretty’
with syl-lab-les like
mine im-pos-si-ble
con-vers-a-tion is
© 2014 RobertJulianBraxton
a toast
to the changing seasons
we share
the silence
of our inner dawn
Catching up!!! Whew…
snow storm-
in the hung picture,
the sun
mirror sunset-
we are done with
wine-tasting
&
empty wine cups
what the evening
leaves us with
one more cup
before the sun rises . . .
maybe this time
I’d be the first one to
say goodbye
a slight revision:
one more cup
before the sun rises . . .
maybe this time
I’d be the first one
to say goodbye
029
such a nature
struggling bands of
narrow teaching
Ensō (円相)
never
acted
on: rules
saké
yet the inevitability
of sunrise