winter evening
home from the party
my red dress on the floor
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Aurora Antonovic
Aurora Antonovic is a Canadian writer, editor, and visual artist whose work has appeared over one thousand times in publications spanning eleven countries and five continents. She is a recent winner in the 2005 Tanka Splendor Awards, and a Pushcart Prize nominee. She is a member of The Bohemian Poet, a collective poet/artist group headed by Michael Ladanyi.
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aurora,
did you take someone home with you from
the party? or were you too drunk to hang
your dress in the closet? the world would
be a dull place without your brilliance.
canada would be utterly desolate! thank god you’re one of us.
sylvain
abandoned
in a snow drift-
one red stiletto
Red dress on the floor
exhausted from the party-
our bodies lay still
intrigued by pat’s response
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autumn’s dusk
winter’s dawn —
my bareness, not feeling the chill
–
red dress
tres chic
hot chick
winter bright sky —
let’s enjoy the sun
from our bed.
Zdravo Aurora! I enjoyed your haiku very much. A light touch, and open-ended, but brimful of suggestion.
WINTER PARTY
FLOOR SLIPPED
DRESS REDDENED
winter dusk
each of the trees
stands so alone
aurora,
did you take someone home with you from
the party? or were you too drunk to hang
your dress in the closet? the world would
be a dull place without your brilliance.
canada would be utterly desolate! thank god you’re one of us.
sylvain
foreplay…
the cat bats
at our quilted movements
friendly commuter
this harsh winter morning–
my different hat