Haiku # 668

Hospital corridors…
her eyes the only flower
amid the white walls

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Cold winter sky,
to the crescent moon, I say –
my heart is lonesome too

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You who never comes,
you who are always here,
I love you with all my heart.

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Tu me manques
toi que j’ai perdu
au début de ma vie

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Poète…
chaque jour né
du feu de son cœur

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Poet…
each day born
from the fire of his heart

Free Verse # 210 (the heart of a flower)

She offered him the ocean
in the chalice of her palms;
the night and its stars
in her obsidian eyes.

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Love enters us like the storm
Troubles the waters of the sea,
Making its waves gush out unto the shore
Its heart’s hidden gems, its mysteries.

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Waking
I felt you on my lips,
A tremor of infinite softness breaking
As the dawn in the sky.

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Love whispers, but for you to hear you must have the heart of a flower, the ears of a butterfly.

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Gazing into the ocean
Slowly, with the cadence of the waves,
Their gazes melted into one
As their fingers clutched deeper
Like the roots of an old tree.

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She wore the sun
for a flower in her dark hair,
and lo!
the sun could not be more happy!

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The poet must, above all else, be pure of heart.

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The silent enigma –
Like a white flower
She weaves herself
In the very heart of dawn,
Soaked in the red tide
Of its infinite softness.

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We touched
And something rose into me
As from within
I started to fill with water;
The outflow of this surge –
Light and poetry.

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She wore the night for wings
and whenever she fluttered
the earth filled with stars