Beauty endures through brokenness.
How they're carried and what they carry: bottles of haiku.
Adrift in the breeze, haiku whispers.
What shelters can confine. What stands will be weathered.
From a sharp cut to a gentle melody: that which shines.
What is the nature of emptiness?
The color of carapace and wing celebrated by our poets. What thoughts do they spawn?
Nature cradled or contained? Let's talk about old flower pots.
When's the last time you explored a new flavor? Let's talk about exotic spice haiku.
The alchemy of old toys seen through new eyes.
Haiku facilitation, is there an app for that?
The older they get the more they warm the spirit. Let's discuss threadbare blanket haiku.
Whatever became of that favorite shirt, those missing socks, that windblown hat? Let's talk it out.
Takeout menus are at hand, serving up fresh and tasty haiku.
From milk to ashes, vessels are dear to us for what they carry and hold.
Odd pictures nullifying illusion, bringing us to the beingness of haiku.
What can outdated devices tell us? Let's explore it through haiku.
A penny for your thoughts. Let's discuss haiku coinage.
What secrets lie within a borrowed book? Let's talk.
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