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Both Poorer
Deborah P. Kolodji
Buried,
a lost treasure—
its map burned by anger.
Can we find the X leading to
our hearts?
Vigil
Deborah P. Kolodji
Picnic
in the graveyard
among the marigolds
we eat molé
by candlelight
and wait.
Sunday Night on I-5
Deborah P. Kolodji
She sticks
to the right side,
changing lanes around trucks
seventy mile-per-hour dreams,
south bound.
Climbing Moon
Mountain
Deborah P. Kolodji
snow path
through mountain mists
on the long pilgrimage
the peaks of clouds in a haiku
journal
(after Basho's Narrow Road to the Interior)
Two Cinquain
Empty Oktoberfest
Cristian Mocanu, RO
Youngsters
seeking meaning
in rap and beer, as if
trying to hold on to the foam
in vain...
Greetings From
Melilla!
Cristian Mocanu, RO
They jumped,
broke their limbs, tore
the skin wrapping the bones,
but they smile, tying the wounds with
some hope.
Cinquain sequence
Pictures From Angola
Cristian Mocanu, RO
1
The bridge
—only one left—
is defying the flood.
Swollen waters can't be tougher
than bombs!
2
A school
used to be here
just one pillar is left...
Start again here, where the echoes
still live!
3
Ten years
since the last Mass
they forgot the answers
but the faith in their hearts is still
the same.
4
Squatting
behind the fence.
The last bus from Congo
will bring loved ones home, give hope or
kill it.
Cinquain
The Sound of Water
Splashing
John Daleiden, US
"Old pond...
a frog leaps in
water's sound".* Will her kiss
awake a sleeping prince or old
Basho?
*furuike ja kawazu
tobikomu mizu no oto
*Translated by William J. Higginson in The Haiku Handbook (9).
The Call
John Daleiden, US
Tin cup
in hand he sings
Christmas songs for supper—
in cold night air the Angelus
summons.
Untitled
Shanna Baldwin Moore
lava
red and gold flows
down the mountain raging
colors of autumn in the trees
burning
Nature's Hug
Shanna Baldwin Moore
magik
fills my senses
spreads to my finger tips
the feel of velvet on my cheek
the mist
by pass
heart surgery
the poetic chambers
free flowing songs to sing again
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