meaning

There's a fountain I visit in another state, and I stand and watch the bubbly water globules falling like little worlds back into the water below. I think you can see this at nearly any fountain, but these liquid blobs are ponderous, the size of your two fists together. Anyway, for me it is a metaphor for meaning in life.

fountain's water globs
hang in the air like balloons
then dash into foam

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Linking today to Haiku Heights

marsh

The local coffee shop overlooks a salt marsh. There is always something to watch through the wide windows.

egret gingerly
stepping from still to still spot
I sip my coffee

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Linking to Haiku My Heart

boredom

It’s hard to imagine a more body- and mind-numbing job than commercial fishing in any era. Dirty, joyless, and dangerous work.

Linking to Sensational Haiku Wednesday prompt 160 “boredom”

fishermen stumble
endlessly haul slimy nets -
listless fish ripple

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friend

It's funny how a set of sounds gets to be so strongly associated with feelings of friendship; a jangle of keys, a particular cough, even the sound of a bike arriving at the front door...

Linking to One Single Impression #229: friend

wailing bicycle
mimics braying horsefly song
clatter, doorbell rings

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first

That first, fat drop of Summer rain always carries a little anxiety with it  -- did I leave the windows open? Will it be a thunderstorm, or a gentle sprinkling?

Linking to Haiku Heights #153: first

one droplet embarks
splatters scruffily in dust
rooftop waits idly


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onion

Linking to Haiku My Heart


a dirty onion
a flurry of golden sun
on the cabin porch

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saltine

Linking to Sensational Haiku Wednesday #159: "heat"

yellowed sidewalk groans
as sun bends its saltine scores ~
it never cracks there

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medusa

Linking to One Single Impression prompt 228: balloon


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tendrils of hot fire
brainlessly troll the warm waters ~
mantle glows bluely

ungrateful

Trifextra Writing Challenge Week 23

There’s a West pole just above the Equator, just where Siberia’s north coast has slipped down alongside of Central America to make a vast bay. A bay where the aftermost archipelago is my diplomatic task. The gargantuan City of Akron must at least attempt to show the flag by visiting every last island, islet and inhabited skerry and present each root persona with an eviction token. Virtual airship after airship is setting out from every company workery to remind the customers that any and all fiefs must be folded up before the mussel-crusted world farms are flooded in three days. Most of the world is empty now, but the bay remains a buzzing hive of holdouts who don’t believe the company communications. It would be a shame to see thousands of man-hours of intricate craftsmanship, writing and cultures become an empty sea of glittering potshards when the reboot comes. Why won’t they listen, why do asymptotic walls turn us away at every fractalized angle? Mostly the trouble lies in the free-landers, the clot of hackers and coders who have never paid a monthly bill to the company, but who were already living in the corrupt sectors of the world before the company was granted its universal charter. There’s a quivery red spline curve flashing in and out of visual range in my view port. At a nod, the helmsman turns the ship into parity match with the artifact and I can read the choppy cursive banner clearly: “Thanks, we don’t mean to seem ungrateful, but we don’t need your help or charity. We’ll still be here after you are gone!” Really, how can one deal with unregenerates like this... but our terms of service insist that we must keep trying until the end.


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doggie

Haiku Heights #152 VITAL

Gears grind and crackle
Tin robot jerks and scurries
Living red sparks shoot



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fan

Linking back to Haiku My Heart

Interesting how the twirling fan blades stutter slowly in the video.



barn fan blows burred noise
bits of hay twine hold the cage
cobwebs shake slightly

natural

Sensational Haiku Wednesday theme #158: "natural"

Where in the world do those rocks in the road suddenly come from? It's as if they spring up from the asphalt naturally!


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that rock in the road
it wasn’t there yesterday
grew like a mushroom

quiet

Carry On Tuesday #162


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you hear the silence
clouds humming over meadows
far-off dog sleeping

kite

One Single Impression prompt #227: Kite

As a young adult, I volunteered at an Audubon raptor rehabilitation center. I still have an abiding fondness for hawks, owls, kites, falcons, etc. despite their steely indifference to humans.

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white clouds curve away
against long wings and blue skies
faint mews filter down