Daily Haiku: Nov. 13, 2019

A wonderful start to the day to be featured again on Dear Charlotte’s Daily Haiku!

Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog

wondering who
the neighbors are
by Steve Smolak (USA)
Ershik, #14,  2017

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Daily Haiku: Nov. 1, 2019 — Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog

magnolia sometimes between his cigar smoke by Steve Smolak (USA) Failed Haiku, #10, 2016

via Daily Haiku: Nov. 1, 2019 — Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog

One of my most comical times in a haiku write featured the day after enjoying all those great Halloween haiku. Thanks Charlotte, for the foggy trip down memory lane… 🙂


we both go back tonight full moon 


entrambi torniamo indietro questa sera luna piena



– incense dreams 3.1 – autumn 2019 –


park bench

open to her being late

day lily 


panchina al parco

aperto al suo essere in ritardo

il giglio



– incense dreams 3.1 – autumn 2019 –


classical music

on the way home

drifting clouds


musica classica

sulla via di casa

nuvole alla deriva


– incense dreams 3.1 – autumn 2019 –


perfume sample

before I can remember

I was loved 


campione di profumo

rima che possa ricordare

sono stato amato



– incense dreams 3.1 – autumn 2019 –


cup of coffee

sleet pelts the frozen window

again and again . . .

love I should have made

to her last night


– incense dreams 2.1 –


     Knowing I wanted to visit Greenwich Village, she had added it to our plans. Full of exploration, shopping, dining, and dancing, we are on the subway train back to Manhattan. We couldn’t have done anything more, anything better; the perfect couple; the perfect day.
     Exhausted, fulfilled, and ready for bed, we are in one of those lulls that follows a person after they have been fully engaged in something great that results in timelessness. She sits across from me, arms rested on shopping bags, as the train moves through patches of light and dark, light and dark, her in each frame. As our day together passes through my mind again, I have no doubt we are madly in love… and yet, there is that, is this all as real as it seems kind of edge in these silent frames of her in light and shadow.

     The occasional sound of rails; the electric clash of cables; it is one of those late night, oddly quiet rides to have so many people around. As the day’s images fade from my mind, she appears again, in a moment that seems like forever. It does not feel good or bad, high or low, I just keep sensing something like the end…  

breakfast in bed 
the tailor’s perfect stitch 
in her kimono
– incense dreams 1.3 –


tucked away

more neatly than the war

grandfather’s medals



– My Haiku Pond Memorial Day Collaborative, May 29, 2017 –


breeze through the curtains

smiley face

on the breakfast tray



– Earthrise Rolling Haiku Collaboration 2017, THF –

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