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In the Spirit of Haiku

A Book of Poetry

By Kamala Moore


Published by Kamala Moore at Smashwords


Copyright 2010 Kamala Moore



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Winter

The sun sets weakly

Behind the apartment next door



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A red tug

Chugs out where

Sea and sky meet

In a greyness



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Blue angels

Lean their heads

On banks of snow



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Christmas

Still here

Too red poinsettias



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A lacery of branches

Veins and capillaries

This is our body



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Snow is falling

A white beaded curtain

Outside my window



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Snow fell all night long

This morning, the clear quiet air

No need for anything else



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Snow covers the earth

A winter shroud

Waiting for the resurrection



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Snowflakes disappear

In the obsidian lake

The universe is mostly dark



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Beauty has rescued me again

Bands of pink and blue mist

Behind a lacework of branches



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Flames spent

Leave black canyons

Full of rubies



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Here and there a patch of green

Spring is hopping in the grass

Like a robin



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In spring

The green grass and the dry grass

Stand together



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Pink blossoms

Fight green moss

For the life of the tree



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In February

Pink blossoms

Make me shiver



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Spring again

Earth glassed with rain

Seeds waiting



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Last year a bulldozer

Scarred the land

This year wildflowers



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Outside the window

A robin splashes

In Buddha's bowl



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Jays shout from the treetops

Teenage boys

Ready for a fight



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Morning meditation

Crystal voices of spring children

On the grass



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Morning dewdrops

Reflecting the sky

Soon dry



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Birds fly

Flowers bloom

Poems too



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Sitting in the garden

Coming round the corner

Breath of a rose



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Four AM birdsong

Sets an ambush

For the sun



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An empty boat

Rocked by the waves

No destination



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Woman looking

Two moons

Gazing at each other



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Hummingbird so ephemeral

Radar for sweetness

Jewel flying



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Leaf shadows on stone

Light and dark

The engine of the world



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Rain clouds gone

Warm winds make the leaves

Speak of summer



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Morning dewdrops

Poised on spear points

Reflect the sky



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Tall grass feathers

Make prostrations

Puja to the one life



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The grasses roll on

Wave after wave

Till they hit the hedgerows



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Delicate moon petals

Shine beneath the rose bush

Summers end



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Plunging in

Body cells sing

Song of the river



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Bird song

River song

Train moving through



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Floating on my back

Frigate birds circle above

I join them



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This moment quivers

A dewdrop poised

On a blade of grass



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Today I woke up

In my child's mind

Every sound ringing clear



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Two trees share the same root

Anchor in the same ground

Praise the sky with their individuality



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Warm sun on my back

Makes my neck relax

It lets go of my head



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The orange moon expands

Over city spangled lights

A Chinese paper lantern with a face



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Like a lizard in the sun

My cells surrender

To the stone



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Love like the sun

Sources within itself

To shine without effort



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Sunlight please shine

Through that golden leaf

In just that way, forever



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A confusion of branches

Splits the dying sun

Into a thousand rainbows



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Autumn bee

Clings to a rose I pick

He doesn't know his world is changing



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The howl of a dog

Breaks the night in two

Voice of the suffering 'world



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These children's faces

Rosebuds

Struck by an early frost



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A basket of stones

So many places

Gathered together



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lamplight

A sun

For sofa roses



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Echoes of Africa

Ceramic elephant trumpeting

In my living room



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Walking out of the church

I see an oak tree

Joining earth and sky



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Hearing the news

On a full stomach

Easy to philosophize



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This page is my church

These words are my prayers

Calling the mystery



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The End


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About the author:


Kamala Moore has dabbled in writing poetry all her life. Now, being retired she is giving herself the gift of time to do what she loves. Kamala has always been interested in the big questions and her poetry is a result of this lifelong inquiry.



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