cemetery storm
the man complains
about a cold sore
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Myron Lysenko
Myron is a professional poet living in Melbourne, Australia. He is the author of six books of poetry. His latest "a rosebush grabs my sleeve" is devoted entirely to haiku & is about to go into reprint.
email: myronpoet at hotmail dot com
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north of Eden
as we ate our food
a ghost sat quietly still
reading the m-menu :)
I like the layers of meaning here, though the truth in the knowledge that some people always find something to complain about is disconcerting. Well done, Myron.
north of Eden
as we ate our food
a ghost sat quietly still
reading the m-menu :)
NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD!!!! love it.
I like the layers of meaning here, though the truth in the knowledge that some people always find something to complain about is disconcerting. Well done, Myron.
i enjoyed to read this haiku!
as Susan said — some people always complain about something
I’m embarrassed to admit I know just how he feels.
I was pleased to see this one in my mailbox today, Myron. Nice one.
Collin
A memorable haiku, Myron.Enjoyed it.
Good one, Myron!
Wry humor…and a most
unlikely subject!
:-)
Lary
“a rosebush grabs my sleeves”; as i’d mentioned before, “about the author” intrigues me times more than the daily haiku.
days while working round my flowers, there’s been this tug on a sleeve; never giving in to place the moment in words, until now.
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power failure
from one drop of rain–
the pond fills
I was satirizing the human condition girls, not complaining – remember old fashioned humour? As I said before and will repeat, ‘Love it’.
too highly strung
guitar strings –
snap in my face
:)