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Dan: A little prayer
And lots of work, coffee, and walks,
Lightly spiced with haiku.
And lots of work, coffee, and walks,
Lightly spiced with haiku.
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For Nice.
A strong Oak stands alone amid the hedgerow. Watching over this season's final yield of wheat. The last stage of the crop rotation. No more than a hardy grass, yet sufficient sustenance no less, for those that tend to the field. I note a ring of scarlet poppies circling the wheat. A blood-stain border, soaking the outer edges of the field. Speckled also, in amongst the crop, in that same sporadic pattern seen in blood splatter. A metaphor for the sacrifices made in ensuring that the village stays fed perhaps? Or perhaps, an aesthetic. Planted by the farm hand with little to no particular reasoning, other than just, well, for nice. The dog grows impatient, pulling at his lead as though to say that sometimes things just are, that I ought not to ponder on them for too long, lest I rob them of their inherent beauty. I scratch him behind the ears in agreeance. "good boy, lets get you home".
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the book
It felt like the book wouldn't let me rest, like it wanted to tell me more, like he wanted to tell me more. Wherever I went, I'd see his eyes following me - in the corridor, outside the window. But he didn't mean to haunt me. He was just a desperate soul, wanting to be understood, every fine detail of his story should be visualized, analyzed, then crystallized, like it meant something after all. The more I let myself fall into this, the harder it was to stop. Already now I felt our spines tenderly woven together, a fragment of someone else in me, that would stare at me through my own eyes in the mirror.
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Adjust Your Crown
Will you be there, at the end, where pheasants gather, half-spun with nesting birds of paradise Will you offer praise to the night birds, keeping watch over their kingdom with sunset eyes— dual moons rising overhead Or are you suspended in stasis, the plaything of scavengers mid-game who pause their star-pulling to trap you instead beware of offers half-decided pull yourself from hibernation before it’s too late to tell the difference between Spring and death, sleep and forest fires Are you proud of the thoughts you swallowed mid-flutter freed from gilded cages, ellipses strewn….about The time for teeth and claws, flashing conflict has passed wild eyes turned blind in the daylight Take cover in the shade of sunflowers for a soft and fuzzy drink puddling in warm colors at your feet Cuddle in the arms that bleed flowers and piebald warmth against your chest
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The name’s Daniel. Nice to meet you! 
(I also go by Richard ---when online--but that's a story for another time).
An entry for the All About You Haiku Contest run by *MelissaRaye
Contest info: melissaraye.deviantart.com/jou…
Enjoy!
(I also go by Richard ---when online--but that's a story for another time).An entry for the All About You Haiku Contest run by *MelissaRaye
Contest info: melissaraye.deviantart.com/jou…
Enjoy!
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This is great. Very fun.