Another Winter Haiku – by Bruce Whealton">Another Winter Haiku – by Bruce Whealton
Published June 9, 2009 | 
">Bruce WhealtonYes, this is out of season. It reads:
feeling numb
my face where
tears have frozen
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Leave a commentSummer sounds of the night – Haiku – by Bruce Whealton">Summer sounds of the night – Haiku – by Bruce Whealton
Published June 9, 2009 | ">Bruce WhealtonMidnight outside
the dark silence
is loud
or
sounds of life
the night silence
is loud
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Published June 9, 2009 | ">Bruce WhealtonWatching the sun set
in my eyes
in her eyes
or this variation
watching the sun set
in her eyes
in my eyes
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Published June 9, 2009 | ">Bruce WhealtonIn the moonlight
waves
from
waves
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Published June 9, 2009 | ">Bruce WhealtonSilent winter night
the sound of waves -
the comfort of her arms.
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Published June 9, 2009 | ">Bruce WhealtonNaked exposed trees
my wounds
of the past.
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Published June 9, 2009 | ">Bruce WhealtonThis is what I wrote before my birthday on the 22nd of April. I was overwhelmed by the darkness that night before my birthday and the feeling of utter despair, loneliness and isolation.
Long tiring walk home
alone on a dark silent night -
tomorrow my birthday
tears make it hard
to see and write
my suicide note.
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