Month: July 2018

A Reflected Haiku

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lakeshore walk at night

cool waves bathe stones and bare feet

in liquid moonlight

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Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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A Luminous Haiku

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humble in splendor

glory tops watered lilies

while rain rusts kings’ crowns

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Danced

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danced on the edge of the baker’s knife
the plot thickened
like chocolate ganache
until it crumbled

tension released
in a shower of shavings
over the already frosted
chapter-layered
cake

hands, poised to crack open the book,
positioned the knife
and sliced deeply

then, like cake devoured,
the story
savored,
swallowed,
digested,
and
imbued

baker and patron,
reader and writer,
danced

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Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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A Melodic Haiku #2

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summer flowers sing

sustaining petals hold hue

lavish jewel tones

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Quenching

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quenching
thirst of journey
through time’s scorched-earth sand dunes
desert-oasis pond appears
gathered by lore’s cupped hand, lapped by dry tongue
waters of youth’s giving fountain
wet sojourner’s parched lips
old soul’s desire
quenching

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Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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A Cool Haiku

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through summer’s heat wave

the waters run cool and clear

as ground-fed creek flows

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I Tap

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I tap
deep into the rich soil
remembering
who I am

raised from the ground
the first time
and
every time
helped to stand
braced in the storm
held softly in rough hand
taught
patience
and
allowed
to grow

foot on the roots
hand on the stem
I tap
remember
and
grow
again

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Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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