still, weeping, winter rug, pulse, almond milk, loud

I wrote these today; I knew I was desiring to write poetry and hadn’t remembered the form ‘til recently when I found a book I’d already had Haiku Mind while arranging my books anew. Today, 5 haiku and 1 tanka:

I’ve changed 
all the locks
I still love you

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My cat naps
he snores like soft weeping
My tears, but l don’t know our reason

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The soft, plush vacuumed rug
I notice so much more
in winter than in summer

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Journals of poems I’d thrown out—
what I remember most were
their rhythm and their pulse

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Rinse my face with cool almond milk
Think of how I’ve been thinking…
You are so pretty

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A brighter bulb 
in the living-room lamp
beach cottage, part forest.
I am just lounging by the bedroom window
waiting for this loud airplane to pass

by Jade Nicole Beals

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