Phew...

Today's was a much more mundane session of the club, so my output remained in the realm of manageability. Although, not all of them are really that good. Let's see what comes up, hey?
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new soap.
feeling the ridges
rub away
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foggy morning.
seagulls inspect
left field
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"the essence of haiku"
images
of chemical distillation
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power outage.
winter gets
a little colder
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faded pattern.
it all made sense
once
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wondering
if it's worth arguing
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tainted moon.
ideas change
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warm again, cold again.
October
can't decide
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after break,
cleaning up
the salad bar
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endless lecture.
in the next row,
she does her hair
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rainy morning.
the routine happens
slowly
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deep moss...
for a moment,
I lose myself
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Oh dear...

So today, in Haiku Club, we were working on a stream-of-consciousness approach to haiku. Basically, we went out into the courtyard and tried to write one haiku after another until we had about twenty. Well....let's just say I got there quite a bit faster than everyone else, and, well, kept going. I think I had fifty-five in total, though not all of them are worth sharing. Here we go...
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running.
long grass
tickles my legs
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on the sidewalk,
dried leaves crunch
under my feet
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decaying crown
of rhododendron blooms
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at the board,
a student
explains the teacher
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desert sun.
even the camera
is blinded
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abandoned building.
the sun still warms
the paving stones
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on top of the hill,
a row of pines
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old well cover.
under it,
only dirt
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frantic notes.
watching my pen run
out of ink
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a rabbit
nibbles
the four-leaf clover
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after the party,
the eternal
washing up
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in the sun, drifting.
awake--
--asleep
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strong wind.
suddenly,
it's raining leaves
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under the bed
a community
of misfits
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dusty attic.
all the relics
bring back stories
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that cute boy--
if only I could ask:
is he gay?
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early morning.
trying to read
last night's writing
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realizing she's late,
wondering
if it's worth it
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after the 5-year-old,
nature's sounds
reclaim the woods
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looking up,
all I see
are leaves
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going dancing.
the first time
in many years
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On the Composition of Writers.... (or me, anyway)

Take seven parts absent minded poet, mix in three days of overloaded schedule, smother with High School Drama, allow to bubble for a week, and what do you get? Someone who doesn't update their blog on time... Heh. Sorry!
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falling leaves
play little games
in the autumn winds
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two sets of clothes.
one of them's
for Gym
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strange geometry:
pages
on the bulletin board
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the pizza man
interrupts
the meaning of life
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leaving the funeral...
church bells
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ink bleeds slowly
onto my skin
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new light,
the face of my watch
a new color
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chairs on desks.
dust motes learn
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old bag...
equal rights sticker
peels
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fallen leaf
covers
the mole's burrow
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lichen
slowly covers
the bench
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door propped open.
passers-by
watch
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two years later,
a choir song
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poets' meeting.
we all share
the silence
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morning, cold and wet.
falling leaves
stick
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A Change in Schedule...

With the start of the school year comes the start of Haiku Club. As it meets on Tuesdays, it makes most sense to shift the updating thither. Unfortunately, it rather slipped my mind last week, so I have lots and lots (and lots...) of haiku. Heh heh heh. Sorry.....
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abandoned building.
plants grow
between paving stones
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long ago orchard:
the trees
still in rows
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the building's
flat roof.
tree-tops
peep over
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urban courtyard.
the Lords and Ladies
still find it
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in the old drainpipe,
the forest
in microcosm
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anticipating fall,
Japanese maple
already red
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old costume:
a faded order:
hem!
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perched in a tree,
she watches the world
go by
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old wing of the school...
paint
peels
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new benches.
yellow wood
turns brown
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tree shadows
dance
on the open lawn
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quiet meditation.
suddenly,
he laughs
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Whoops!

Sorry I didn't post yesterday; I was rather bogged down with other things. But I have poems! Hooray for the muse of Autumn!
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summer lightning
on the hills beyond.
silence here
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the same walk...
only the seasons
change
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adjacent math rooms.
three teachers;
one drone
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another year...
last year's underbrush
gone
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with wings,
the pen becomes
a dragonfly
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a knowing smile
from someone
I've never even seen
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on the sidewalk, half
of a rusted key
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summer afternoon
watering
the new yews
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No. 19

This entry is likely to be somewhat shorter than normal. There's a haibun on the brilliancy of the skies of late, but it's still percolating, and it doesn't do to rush these things...
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familiar faces
gone again.
new glasses
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arch of vines
overgrown
by itself
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one year later,
the same haiku
again
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in the wind,
the white wing
of a moth
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the tree's shadow
cast in leaves
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scattered business cards
on the sidewalk
after rain
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Post No. 18

Well, right on cue with the start of school, the creative juices started to flow. It seems that I only write when I have absolutely no time to do it... Hmmm.... Well, anyway, here's the most recent batch!
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oboe solo...
raven
in the red pine
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Sinfonia Antarctica...
passing cars
become waves
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in vain,
the cat
attacks the box
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September...
suddenly,
it's fall
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baking.
the fine line
between raw and black
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tree roots
make speed bumps
on the old bike trail
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