Haiku Dialogue - Family Portraits – Portrait Three
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evening shadows
overshadowing
my evening thoughts
overshadowing
my evening thoughts
Haiku Dialogue - Literary Devices - repetition/parallelism
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driftwood
half buried in the sand
my Achilles’ heel
Published in Haiku Dialogue -Literary Devices - allusion (religious/mythic allusions)
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wind howling
through the knothole
my dead name
Published in Haiku Dialogue -Literary Devices - personification
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sultry day—
the smell of straws
from a scarecrow
Published in Haiku Dialogue -Literary Devices - alliteration
the thud of
through the knothole
my dead name
Published in Haiku Dialogue -Literary Devices - personification
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sultry day—
the smell of straws
from a scarecrow
Published in Haiku Dialogue -Literary Devices - alliteration
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a fallen apple…
moving day
Haiku Dialogue - Literary Devices - onomatopoeia
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wedding day—
the motia bracelets
on mom’s hands
jasmine qehwa
Haiku Dialogue - Literary Devices - onomatopoeia
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papercut—
the sharp edge
of his words
Haiku Dialogue - Literary Devices - synecdoche/metonymy
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the sharp edge
of his words
Haiku Dialogue - Literary Devices - synecdoche/metonymy
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wedding day—
the motia bracelets
on mom’s hands
Haiku Dialogue - The Language of Flowers - Colour Symbolism
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i drift from dream
to dream
wild orchid—
Haiku Dialogue - Flora as food and medicine
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how deep is the pain
of this betrayal
There is no such thing as a winter equinox, and setting up this seasonal impossibility creates an immediate tension in this poem that will not be remedied. If seasons exist due to the tilt in the global axis, then the poet looks inward, to the seasons that compose herself, her contradictions and impossibilities – her shadow self.
Haiku Dialogue - The Scent of Flowers
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self-healing
I paint my face
with seven colours
I paint my face
with seven colours
Haiku Dialogue - making art
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heart-shaped kite
the pull of his love
still not visible
the pull of his love
still not visible
Haiku Dialogue - flying kites
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cobblestone alley
the juxta puzzle
of my random thoughts
Haiku Dialogue - far from crowds
from my qehwa
HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ekphrasti-ku - In the Realms of the Unreal
globalization—
yet we keep in mind
our own businesses
HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ekphrasi-ku- “Nunavut, Our Land”
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morning pilgrimage
each dewdrop carries
its own sunlight
Haiku Dialogue - on a pilgrimage
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Himalayan breeze
the aroma of lemongrassfrom my qehwa
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in the rubble of war lingering lullabies
HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ekphrasti-ku - In the Realms of the Unreal
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Helios’s betrayal
the quincunx
of sunflower seeds
HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ekphrasi-ku- sunflower seeds
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globalization—
yet we keep in mind
our own businesses
HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ekphrasi-ku- “Nunavut, Our Land”
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winter equinox
finding the axis
of my shadow
Editor's Comments:
of my shadow
Editor's Comments:
There is no such thing as a winter equinox, and setting up this seasonal impossibility creates an immediate tension in this poem that will not be remedied. If seasons exist due to the tilt in the global axis, then the poet looks inward, to the seasons that compose herself, her contradictions and impossibilities – her shadow self.
HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ekphrasti-ku, Tree of Hope, Remain Strong
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misguided generations
stack upon one another
their unforgivable sins
Wangechi Mutu
Misguided Little Unforgivable Hierarchies - Ekphrastic
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Hell Courtesan—
each fold of her obi
unfolds sufferings
Hell Courtesan - Ekphrastic
https://www.clevelandart.org/art/1985.268#
stack upon one another
their unforgivable sins
Wangechi Mutu
Misguided Little Unforgivable Hierarchies - Ekphrastic
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Hell Courtesan—
each fold of her obi
unfolds sufferings
Hell Courtesan - Ekphrastic
https://www.clevelandart.org/art/1985.268#
