poetry

The Hours

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Cancer a day to day affair? No, it is more just from hour to hour

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Cold feet

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Where the blue of the night meets the gold of the day it\’s bloody cold

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Am I a member yet?

Leave a Comment / Bon mots, poetry / David Horton

Who knew there was a world-wide society of new haiku writers?

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Can’t find the exit

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At Ikea you can check-out any time you like but never leave!

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Mirror mirror

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Odd that people all around me seem to be aging incredibly fast

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In extremities

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Ten little fingers ten little toes all sore with bad neuropathy

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Life in the fast lane

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Some haiku can come right immediately, some can take much longer

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At the creation

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Creation bottled up eventually bursts bubbling out of lips

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Aged care

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I am seventy, going on eighty, I\’ll take care-er, of you

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Breathless

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When you sink down to the depths you surface again fierce gasping for breath

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