Prompt: Poets in Kitchen
rice
parting…
one grain of polished rice
left on the plate
cheese
returning home-
those holes beneath
the cheese rind
vegetables
red onion-
an old man busy
counting the rings
milk
milk spills
out of the cup…
breast cancer
pasta
noodle moon~
picking it up with
chopsticks
eggs
hazy sky-
ending up with an egg
on her face
spices
dried clove-
the smell not the flower
drives me crazy
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Love the haiku offering as its full of depth and meaning ~ I specially like the first one, on rice and noodle moon ~
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So much said with so little! Haiku's under your hand are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA good group, Rita.
ReplyDeleteGrace, Bill and Margaret, I appreciate your feedback. THANK YOU!
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