Coffee

I am addicted

to your bitter flavor mixed

with sugar and milk.

Okay, that's my last haiku post for today. :D

More Haiku for You

The cold gray buildings

stare unfeelingly at me.

I wish there were trees.

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Little squeaking sound,

I hear you but can't find you.

Please don't be a mouse.

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Red, orange, yellow,

green, blue, indigo, violet:

colors of skittles.

Random question: Do skittles come in an indigo color? 

Nature Haiku

Pure, white, pristine snow

caresses my cheek and falls

to the dirty ground.

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Goodbye snow and ice.

Hello to grey skies and rain.

Bring me some flowers.

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Oh naked branches,

clothe yourselves in hues of green

and spring forth your fruit.

Three Haiku for You

A pink butterfly

flutters on a bright yellow

onesie of a girl.

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Bubbles float around

her head until one settles

on her nose and pops.

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She crawls back and forth

expending energy that

I wish I could have.

Blackout Poetry - Deep Magic

This is my other blackout poem that I wrote for swap-bot. I created it from page 185 of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis in his larger work The Chronicles of Narnia (my copy has all the stories of the series in one book).

Deep Magic

By Candace Shultz

The warmth of his breath came over her,

and she covered him with kisses,

her eyes very bright, limbs quivering.

He was beautiful.

They rolled together

in a happy laughing heap

of arms and legs.

It was like playing with a thunderstorm.

And when they lay together

panting in the sun,

no longer tired or hungry or thirsty,

All was golden.

Blackout Poetry - Incompatibility

I entered a swap at swap-bot involving blackout poetry.  I chose Pride and Prejudice page 162 for my poem.This is one of the poems I sent to my partner, titled Incompatibility.

Incompatibility 

By Candace Shultz

Her deeply-rooted dislike of man

Did not vary for an instant.

When he should have hope

He had doubt and anxiety.

Colour rose into her cheeks,

And she said,

If I could feel, but I cannot.

I am sorry.

His eyes fixed on her face,

His complexion pale with anger,

The disturbance of his mind visible.