playground rain
a white chalk heart
washes away
Published by
Carol Raisfeld
Carol Raisfeld lives in Long Beach, New York. She was Director of WHChaikumultimedia and has served as Multimedia Editor for World Haiku Review, moderator for WHClovehaiku, Associate Editor and Haiga Editor for Simply Haiku and a member of the editorial board of Modern Haiga. Carol's poetry, art and photography appear worldwide in print, online journals and anthologies. View all posts by Carol Raisfeld
nice, nice, nice!
Valentine’s day
a chocolate heart melts
in winter sunlight
Valentine’s night
we watch a third episode
of Sex And The City
beautiful, Carol:)
erased by sneakers-
an orange butterfly
winter playground
flurry of booted feet
small snow angels fly
Truly enjoyed Carol’s haiku…!
Lovely, Carol!
early thaw–
a heart carved
on the gatepost
squeals in the park —
sunny day
too soon for spring
–
a valentine soreheart
she learns that the rejected boy
still sends her roses
weekend visit –
feeble hands
caress my face
–
reduced
range of motion
evergreens
long slender string
left on the empty playgound
pulls memories of my old toy
silent rain drops
saturated with dust —
explode upwards
when i use the word moonpie it ain’t
dirty or nothing like that, it means
the eating type of moonpie that’s
made a tad bit north of chattanooga
near the old lee highway. your poem
is real nice carol, here’s my compliment
to it.
spring fever
she & i
share a moonpie
if a girl shared a moonpie with you it was a sure
sign that a kiss was next. just southern tradition
overheard somewhere.
“today is done
this lesson learned
night has come”
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funny thing, love that word “funny”; back to matters at hand, funny thing levon, i thought a cola(rc) would be next.
mardi gras
throwing of moonpie–
southern cuisine
–
stranger thought, “moonpie best served on fat tuesday; whoa!!! doesn’t mardi gras mean fat tuesday & vice versa”