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Haiku Hour
Can’t sleep, up at five
check my phone for messages
someone liked my post
I eat my breakfast
granola and some coffee
now to get to work
I could try haiku
I get a pad of paper
broken pencil point
maybe I’ll give up
go back to bed and dream of
being late for school
but something tells me
try again, you idiot
so what can I do?
another coffee
a sharpened pencil this time
and an eraser
it’s five thirty now
the sun has not arisen
birds are still asleep
my street is quiet
I don’t hear any traffic
writing time is now
ten minutes have passed
I have not written a word
the page is empty
maybe I should try
a little meditation
and see what happens
find a quiet spot
close my eyes, breathe in, breathe out
repeat my mantra
buzzing in my ears
I feel like I am floating
a dog is barking
five barks in a row
silent for a moment, then
seven barks, then five
secret learned today:
all the world is poetry
glad to be alive.
© Lori Bonati, 2017
loristory 
what a flair for words!
Billy Collins protégé
canine haiku? wow!
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I would be remiss
if I didn’t say thank you
like I’m doing now
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you are so welcome
and you got the last word, too
….at least until now
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Great idea!!! I love “broken pencil point” especially. Really love that concise, clear imagery.
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Thanks, Elle!
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Lol my favourite one is giving up and dreaming about being back in school and being late. That is very specific. I’m late for a lot of things in life. I even once wrote a song about being late and that I would be late for my own funeral. I guess that’s not a bad thing to be late for – I hope to be late by about thirty odd years or so 🙂 And I also laughed that with all the haikus going on, even the dog is doing them, such is the nature of poetry all around us, animal, mineral or vegetable 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed this, David. But guess what: in typical Lori style, I went back and reworked the poem yesterday. It now features me naked on a stage in my dream — er — nightmare, and the last line mentions what a showoff the dog is. I think I should repost it!
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