Jurtin Albine

Jurtin Albine Sep 2016

streets wind dotted lines. . .
routes driven alone in life—
lights shine paths ahead

#haiku

Jurtin Albine Sep 2016

Saturday Night ****** Turn Into Sunday Morning Masses

I’ve got a confession
What’s my lesson?

Marlon brando flounders
off the coast.

Who can boast?
The host

Steal the roast
and walk away

without even
a ******* toast.

Jurtin Albine Sep 2016

Haiku #19

a fire burning—
warmth flickering yearnings dance. . .
the ash of what was

#haiku

Jurtin Albine Sep 2016

Haiku #18

summer, winter, spring—
what bountiful harvests bring—
fall: charming; wicked

#haiku

Jurtin Albine Sep 2016

Haiku #17

a single seed passed
off the dandelions mane—
soil home, start again

#haiku

Jurtin Albine Sep 2016

Haiku #16

a lover in mind. . .
touch her hand, sparks collide—
feeling please don't die

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Jurtin Albine Sep 2016

Haiku #15

the day humans flew—
floating aloft through the sky—
wistful spirits grew

#haiku