• Sunday

    May 6, 2019

    At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, we have a new episode of our Tan Renga Challenge (TRC) Month May 2019.

     

    sunday morning
    all the waves in white
    kneeling on the beach  © Jane Reichhold

    a baby starfish

    sits on the tip of my ring finger  © The Abject Muse

     

    Waves on the Beach

     

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  • The Staff

    May 3, 2019

    Joe salivated, imagining what the staff might serve tonight.

    Lobster Thermidor, a Porterhouse steak…

    A gong sounds.

    The guard, Nguyen Trai, slips a half bowl of cold rice

    between the bamboo bars,

    as he’d done every evening

    for

    the last

    seven

    years.

     

    SusanWritesPrecise
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  • Voodoo Woman

    April 11, 2019

    Tangerine sun sinks

    behind live oaks dripping with

    musky Spanish moss

    wild gleam in agate eyes, Voodoo woman

    waits ‘til the time is right.

     

     

    SusanWritesPrecise/ Susan Marie Shuman

     

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  • Out of Control

    April 10, 2019

    A Quadrille for the dVerse Poetry Pub


    It was my go-to if

    things got out of control.

    my ace in the hole.

    kept it in the back of my mind

    like an extra 5 bucks just in case.

    today I finally used it—

    but changed my mind.

     

    Can’t un-slit my throat.

     

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  • The Bond

    The Bond

    April 10, 2019

    I was thrilled—no, ecstatic—when I learned I was pregnant with you. Each day I fell in love with you a little more as this tiny life grew and stirred inside me.

    I couldn’t wait for you to be born so I could finally meet you!  Yet, I feared losing the special bond that only you and I could share.

    I imagined what you’d look like with your father’s green eyes and my curly blonde hair, or perhaps my brown eyes and his black hair.

    O, had you lived, my precious, precious angel, your name would be, “Emerald.”

    SusanWritesPrecise, LLC
    Photo courtesy of numastock.com
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