withered
near the fountain
a sunflower dips its head

—Don Miller
        

About the author: I have been living, working, writing and raising a family in the Chihuahuan Desert of Southern New Mexico for about 20 years now. In addition to this poem, I have writings in and/or forthcoming in The Raintown Review, The Heron's Nest, Simply Haiku and RIBBONS.

Responses to the haiku for 2 September 2005 by Don Miller

  1.  
    2005-09-02 12:59:12
     

    Old cobblestone way
    broken molar
    trampled stones.

    Albania

  2.  
    michel
    2005-09-03 13:49:31
     

    near the mailboxes
    an amaryllis shivers
    autumn in the wind

  3.  
    john tiong chunghoo
    2005-09-04 09:54:08
     

    under the rotten
    withered rose
    a new bud grows

  4.  
    sylvia f. cohen
    2005-09-05 10:39:51
     

    mr. miller, your poem about sunflowers made me smile. they're my favorite flowers. if you like pussy cats, too, that noise you hear is me, screeching to your door. let me know- a man who likes sunflowers and pussycats is nice, talented, and handsome, too.

  5.  
    2005-09-05 17:50:35
     

    sunlit cobbles
    the smell of manure and hay

  6.  
    bobby michael richardson
    2005-09-05 22:19:07
     

    bayou city -
    sluggish black toxic waters
    beneath brilliant sunrise

  7.  
    Bill Kenney
    2005-09-06 08:14:29
     

    blue sky
    brown grass
    September

    Don: I like the understated pathos of your haiku.

  8.  
    e. hayden
    2005-09-06 17:48:51
     

    understated, i'm not sure...but very enjoyable!

    before the thunderstorm
    a cockroach rustling--
    wind rising in the palms

  9.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-06 18:46:13
     

    good, very good.



    ragged clouds
    the jigsaw blade snaps
    at the top of an arc

  10.  
    b.m.r
    2009-04-24 04:41:48
     

    sunny spring miami morning
    once more
    mourning doves cry

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