Association

Hoshino Cafe 

we talk about the 

bitterness of life    

Revision 1

Hoshino cafe

We talk about 

the bitterness of life

Revision 2

We talk about 

the bitterness of life

Hoshino Americano 

 

the uneaten egg 

keeping it for

her hungry stare 

Trying technique 2- comparison

Chinese New Year drum 

deafens my ears 

a bomb blasts

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full moon 

hanging in the sky like 

a cotton ball 

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my brother 

with make-up and my dress

my another sister 

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not making sense

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President Trump

Suggested revision by Roger Watson ,

making no sense

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and Donald Trump

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becoming shorter

his life and 

his cigarette 

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taking a nap 

I and 

afternoon-breeze

a white ball 

rolling towards me

turns into my niece

a dog 🐕 

and his master

march towards the sun

Haiga 2

haiga

hazy morning
two invisible cuckoos
cuckooing

breezy noon
my mind floats
with the clouds

wearing robes
people are busy
taking photos

in denial
I pause my clock
to freeze the time

time is coming
my body still sinks
in the bed

my tear rolls down
to see how much she adores
my old school bag

once my love
now, her coffin
breaks my back

the birds sing
with the tune of the stream
I add my humming

Do you see
the red "You"
in my red eyes?

from the east 

the skylarks fly,

pulling up the sun 

the night sky

hypnotizes me 

into its darkness

the sun hides

but leaves its trails 

all over the cloud

sunny day

a frog suntans

lying prone

sunny day 

a frog takes a nap 

on a lily pad 

downpour 

frogs croak

in harmony 

spreading 

its evening gown 

the cloud dances

the wind conducts

bamboo leaves sing 

choir of the night 

a windy day

the wind plucks

red chillies 

with a wink 

the light bulb leaves us 

in  pitch darkness 

lying on my bed 

I converse with 

the silence

candle-lit room

my shadow stares 

back at me 

moonless night

fireflies patrol 

among the bushes 

curling up
the dry leaf makes
its final struggle

face to face 

with my phone 

no senyru flows

cold 

night 

alone

the wind 

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