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Olivia A.

A Selection of Haiku’s Differing Perspectives

American Style

Lightning and thunder
outside my eyelids
I stay asleep.

        * * *

Walking down the hall
hope someone sees
all eyes wide shut.

        * * *

I see the puppy
soft and white
biting my hand, red.

        * * *

Watched him cut the flower
Just the stem remains
She will remember the truth.

        * * *

Wandering by the road
thumb in the air
hoping no one picks her up.

        * * *

Speaking all these
Words of truth
Only to deceive them.

        * * *

Sitting silently
on the park bench
kissing the lipless.

        * * *

Thinking, there’s little more to this than
smiles and lies
Then there’s You.

        * * *

He loves the mirror,
standing in his room.
It never shows his wrong decisions.

        * * *

Sitting on the kitchen floor
my cat licks my face
he likes the taste of the sea.

        * * *

Japanese Style

The desk is more gray
than outside the window pane
wishing it were not.

        * * *

Falling down the stairs
I see my feet over head
You walk in the room.

        * * *

Perhaps I was wrong
but then, you were a lot more
Does that make me right?

        * * *

Watching tears fall down
Wondering what could be wrong
I start to taste them.

        * * *

Walked right out the door
Soaring through these dark back roads
I’m finally home.

        * * *

Yelling over him
for the answers he won’t know
Blindly answering.

        * * *

Thoughtless for nothing
I’m trying to remember
All I didn’t say.

        * * *

Pretending not to
Notice that the world’s aflame
It’s so cold down here.

        * * *

Not remembering
Every little temptation
But your clarity.

        * * *

Smell of fresh peaches
In this fall apple orchard.
Finding the right tree.

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