playground rain
a white chalk heart
washes away

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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.

12 thoughts on “”

  1. 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

  2. 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

  3. overheard somewhere.

    “today is done
    this lesson learned
    night has come”

    ——————–

    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”

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