Coming towards me
the universe
cannot be stilled
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haiku
Turquoise Lake Haiku
Learning to let go
is harder than holding on;
routine vs. roulette
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Campground hosts walking
arm in arm before sunset;
a day’s work behind
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Trees sway in the breeze
ten thousand feet above sea;
Rocky Mountain high
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I rub worry stone
when happy, when I am sad;
its smoothness grounds me
Enjoy the
Captured in silence
multi-syllables of self
expressionism
Haiku 4.3.16
Children are their own
We can’t cherish just one age
Growing up too fast
Haiku 3.30.16
residual id;
don’t bother teaching new tricks
to dogs of routine
Haiku 3.29.16
ambulatory
corpses scutter to sidelines
never to be seen
Magnetic Haiku 3.28.16
autumn mushroom dawn
insect harvest window plant
ice blue winter dream
My Own Cloud
I have my own cloud
and I don’t wish upon stars
or stare into suns
17
I cannot define
my rage in just seventeen
syllables for you
Brazenly Anew
It is
never enough
until it is too much –
want more, until passed out on floor.
No more
And your
eyes cradle such
contemptuousness, paired
only with the hypocrisy
you stow
Adrift,
sleep comes to wash away the day;
mistakes make paint for dreams,
coloring in
regrets
Only
then can I rid myself of the
crimson hue and crooked
brush strokes you draw
me with
Because when I’m freed
from your contrasted palette
my mind is at ease,
Now I find myself
staring at this blank canvas,
creating anew
© Steve Shultz and Christopher Rupley
