withered
near the fountain
a sunflower dips its head
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Don Miller
Don Miller lives in southern New Mexico, USA. He has been writing tanka since the early 1980s, and has had his tanka, tanka sequences, tanka prose, and other short-form poetry published on a somewhat regular basis in various print and online journals since the early 2000s.
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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.
Old cobblestone way
broken molar
trampled stones.
Albania
near the mailboxes
an amaryllis shivers
autumn in the wind
under the rotten
withered rose
a new bud grows
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.
sunlit cobbles
the smell of manure and hay
bayou city –
sluggish black toxic waters
beneath brilliant sunrise
blue sky
brown grass
September
Don: I like the understated pathos of your haiku.
understated, i’m not sure…but very enjoyable!
before the thunderstorm
a cockroach rustling–
wind rising in the palms
good, very good.
ragged clouds
the jigsaw blade snaps
at the top of an arc
sunny spring miami morning
once more
mourning doves cry