HAIKU

After the downpour

Lawns glisten with tiny jewels

Blinking in the sun.

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The gatekeeper to the morning. But a friendly one. Probably wears a flat cap and is called Ned. ☕

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Pondering over a cuppa - I've never been to a tea dance - does the tea lead or do we? ☕

HAIKU

Time spreads itself out;

Like a mattress from a box

Set free on the week.

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Scientists have x-rayed a handwritten original copy of Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare and found this remarkable edit by the Bard. ☕

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

 ̶O̶r̶ ̶s̶h̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶I̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶d̶r̶i̶n̶k̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶w̶n̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̶t̶h̶r̶i̶c̶e̶?̶

Thou art more lovely and more temperate

HAIKU

Sunday's precious gift

Is crumpled duvet lie-ins

Shared with crumbs of toast.

HAIKU

A single wren sings

With its tiny machine gun

Spraying the morning.

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The Great Escape - and no Steve McQueen or motorbike needed. ☕

HAIKU

Haiku's are fleeting

A ripe, hidden blackberry 

Picked to perfection.

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I wait for the stirred cuppa's tiny whirlpool fade to a mill pond - now it's fully ready to sup. ☕

HAIKU

Beginners Haiku:

Take seventeen syllables,

Mould them from word clay.

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The hug

From the

Very first glug.

HAIKU

The haiku drift mines

Where we rummage for meaning

From discarded words.

HAIKU

The blinds are still drawn

Monday may not be out there:

Schrödinger's Monday.

HAIKU

Sunday is comfort

An oasis of silence

To rest a short while

HAIKU

We are now between

The tick and tock of summer's

Universal clock.

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Ritual and ceremony amid the slurping. ☕

HAIKU

Haikus? Tiny homes.

Compact and bijou. Offers

Around seventeen.

HAIKU

Language lays buried

In everyday shallow graves:

Words left unspoken.

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Another love letter to the soul. ☕