shelling peas—
each passing year
like the one before
Published by
Sanjuktaa
Sanjuktaa lives in India in the southern state of Karnataka.
Her haiku and tanka have appeared in a number of online and print journals including
Frogpond, The Herons Nest, Acorn, A Hundred Gourds and Moonbathing in the past few years.
When not writing, she could probably be found on bird-watching treks or cheering
for her favourite cricket team,
Sanjuktaa blogs at wild berries.
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these were supposed to print in groups of 3 , just a cppyhain of what i was seeing at moment. thank you. Happy New Year Y'all. Is New Year a haiku season of its own?
mumbling the tradition song
never actually learned.
new year’s moment
passing not
how i didn’t know
you had died.
and then i did.
But like a corporate event.
clock wrists’ perfumed.
everyone is allowed
to drink.
looking forward to spending
some time
remembering
how maudlin you kept yourself.
how you kept hope hilted
and heart hungry.
how we’d be sharing this beer..
delete this… only
reflections enterd here
step to dis-union's rattle
tell me to wonder
_m
fireworks spill up –
new year’s midnight
fills phone with emojis
window sill
oft repainted
promises
new year’s moon
waxing gibbous
whiskers of black cat
new year’s moment .
light before sound
reaches across cat face
another year
i wish i could afford
my parent’s headstone
these were supposed to print in groups of 3 , just a cppyhain of what i was seeing at moment. thank you. Happy New Year Y'all. Is New Year a haiku season of its own?
*parents’
mumbling the tradition song
never actually learned.
new year’s moment
passing not
how i didn’t know
you had died.
and then i did.
But like a corporate event.
clock wrists’ perfumed.
everyone is allowed
to drink.
looking forward to spending
some time
remembering
how maudlin you kept yourself.
how you kept hope hilted
and heart hungry.
how we’d be sharing this beer..
Look..
hawk preens
what may turn
into a flurry