A Recent Rash of Haiku
In a tub of fog
the light shrivels and hope shrinks;
Plato pulls the plug.
Time craves strict endings–
Best let your life simmer as
it will be consumed.
Protect yourself from
hates harmful undercurrents;
ride the changing tide.
Black lives must matter;
starve hatred and prejudice
to achieve King’s dream.
The past is snakeskin;
slough the parasites that bind
to begin anew.
Lackadaisical…
Monday smells like Thursday now.
Why bother perfume?
Trust the silver scales;
balance is never an act
of kindness or faith.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
clever; love the plug one 🙂
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Me, too. Writing haiku just feels good, you know? Cheers!
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Your perfume haiku made me smile!! Great job on all of them!
Dwight
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Thank you, Dwight. That one is most certainly true for us these days.
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:>)
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