Weekly Haiku 22

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Apologies for posting late–I was pretty busy yesterday and the haiku completely slipped my mind.

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Words

What pale words I scrawl,

So like unto all others;

Nothing left is new.

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Art

What strife born of art;

Does a writer bleed out ink?

Do bards cry in song?

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Terror

Cry fear in the night;

What strange darkness lurks within

The mind’s dim corners?

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Language

I revel in words,

Their beautiful coherence;

What pleasure spoken.

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Summer

It’s really hot out,

Like, unreasonably so.

God I hate Summer…

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Ants

How ants do scurry

Over and across the ground;

Lives spent in motion.

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All haiku copyright © 2013 by Michael Vest

~NekoShogun

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