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January 2023 – Haiku About Imagination
saying nothing
at the funeral
let them believe it’s grief
—Joseph Robello
a whiff of perfume
remembering everything
but the name
—kjmunro
petunia
wishing it could be
a tuba
—RaNae Merrill
raindrops
on salmonberry leaves…
a child’s gravestone
—Kathleen Tice
empty fountain
coins and wishes
left behind
—Roy Kindelberger
yard sale—
buckle rash
on an old fender
—Joseph P. Wechselberger
today
a missing piece is found
just beyond the shadow
—Susie Merrell
music swirling
from a wooden flute
what’s lost what’s found
—Sheila Sondik
in this space
where solitude and I dwell
my folded hands
—Gillena Cox
origami…
the boat in the ocean
in her hand
—Sheila Windson
pale winter sky—
the honor student who never
raises his hand
—Paul David Mena
stiff breeze
she touches the sea
for old times’ sake
—Glenn G. Coats
what remains
after the phone call
raven’s song
—Jone Rush MacCulloch
still unopened
the boxes we moved
from her last room
—Kath Abela Wilson
cloud shadows
scale a wall…
an inmate dreams
—Ronald K. Craig
shattered—
I touch
the stillness
—Angela Terry
bitter frost
the bone chill
of an empty crib
—Jocelyn Ajami
loneliness
one cookie left
on the party platter
—Joan C. Fingon
pussy willow
in a vase of dirty water
the cobwebs
—Jim Rodriguez
yellow leaves the path to our imagination
—Scott Mason
words I regret
scrubbing my sink
over and over
—Christine L. Villa
after the movie
in his old Chevy
confessions
—Peggy Hale Bilbro
the last patch of snow
on the mossy lawn…
a call from home
—Michael Dylan Welch
sparkling lights
along the embarcadero
her glass bracelet
—Dianne Garcia
over the moon
he asks her to walk
in another woman’s shoes
—Terry Ann Carter
pond ripples
what she whispered
before sleep
—Jamie Wimberly
rainstorm in lockdown
only the clouds
are free
—Mike Fainzilber
her call—
the loneliness
in a voice
—Michel Montreuil
shadowbox
medals
he needs to forget
—Jim Haynes
gusty winds
dragging the dark
through the trees
—Leanne Jaeger
river in flood
telling him more
than he wants to know
—Susan Constable