haiku

November storms flash

rapidly into the first

sky of December.

55 Fiction Friday

Andrews stood in the doorway with his mouth agape, an expression unfamiliar to his face. He could hardly be blamed when before him was the image of a once familiar tableau. Then he realized, with hardly less wonder, that it was not the ghost of his former mistress talking with His Grace, but her daughter.

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www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [blade]

[Osquer 42]

I slid the blade under the skin and began slicing it away. It fell in coarse folds on the table. I pressed further into the flesh and cut away a section of the tangelo. What is a tangelo? How can it be a cross between a tangerine and a grapefruit? Where does the "lo" part come from? Anyone?

December 1, 2006 05:30 PM (20:30 EST)

tanka (for Jay)

Raindrops meander

down the window glass like your

fingers caressing

my freshly shower moistened

skin. What a lucky window!

haiku

Thank goodness for brave

graffiti artists. That bridge

needed dinosaurs.

Photo by: Osquer
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www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [tale]

[Osquer 42]

I grabbed his tale and ran. "Hey!" he called out, "Give that back!" But I ran up the stairs with the pages clutched in my hand. I was determined to read what he had written about our encounter the night before. I know he was marketing it as fiction, but I had a right to know how he had described the event. Besides, I wanted to know what he had changed my name to to protect the innocent. *cough cough*

November 30, 2006 01:16 PM (16:16 EST)

haiku (for Jay)

I thank you for the

potted rosebush. There are no

more roses outside.

Photos by: Osquer
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haiku

a demure peacock

I can relate…all dressed up

you’d rather stay home

Photos by: Osquer, November 25, 2006
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www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [tail]

[Osquer 42]

I grabbed the tail of his jacket and pulled him into the cloak room with a giggle. He laughed back at me and then buried his hands in my hair and pressed his mouth to mine. I surrendered completely to his kiss and sighed in his arms until someone showed up looking for his coat...

November 29, 2006 04:40 PM

Fibonacci Poem

Photo by: Osquer - November 25, 2006

green

throats

open

pitcher plants

catch the Summer sun’s

last gasp now the flies have all gone

Photo by: Jay - November 25, 2006
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fridge letter haiku (for Jay)

Photo by: Osquer
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Fibonacci Poem

Both

the

choice of

words and the

misspelling point to

the youth of the perpetrators.

Photo by: Osquer
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www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [waltz]

[Osquer 42]

It was really the strains of the waltz that put me over the moon. The magic of the night was distilled from the random bubbles of the champagne and the desultory glints of moonlight into a shining jewel of memory by the smooth caress of three quarter time.

November 28, 2006 03:10 PM (18:10 EST)

haiku (for Jay)

A random spark of

rainbow gilded my view as

I drove home to you.

Photo by: Osquer
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haiku (for Jay)

Sometimes your photo

on my desk catches me by

surprise that you're mine.

Fibonacci Poem

Photo by: Osquer - November 25, 2006

Bright

new

Christmas

memories

shape our thoughts and grow

like topiary pachyderms.

Photo by: Osquer - November 25, 2006

Photo by: Jay - November 25, 2006
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www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [steep]

[Osquer 42]

Steep step after steep step I inched, or rather footed, my way up the side of the sun temple of Chichen Itza. I knew little about the people whose feet had worn these steps smooth on top and even less about the purpose of their footfalls. I only knew the view I saw when I turned around...

November 27, 2006 01:52 PM (16:52 EST)

Photos by: Osquer - March, 2003
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haiku - sunset

We each have a spark.

There is more than one way to

set the world on fire.

Photo by: Osquer
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www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [gravity]

[Osquer 42]

When I tried to scrape my self off of the sheets in the morning it felt as though someone has turned up the gravity while I was sleeping. I dragged myself down the stairs and put the kettle on hoping that a bit of caffeinated steam would give me a lift.

November 26, 2006 06:13 PM (21:13 EST)

haiku (for Dad)

It looks as though the

gnomes have splattered whitewash in

the garden again.

Photo by: Osquer, Phipps Conservatory, Pgh. PA
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