Marc's Haiku Page (7)

Seaside digging clams. If only the clams dug me, I know we'd be friends. - Marc Myers

Four died at Kent State; Two died at Altamont; A dream died for me. - Marc Myers

Nineteen Sixty Eight. Prague Spring; Chicago riots. Once we were children. - Marc Myers

Jerry died last year. The Grateful Dead are no more. Who will keep the beat? - Marc Myers

Dogs can always tell. You can lie with your mouth, but Truth leaks through your skin. - Marc Myers

Basking in the sun; Lizard decorates the day. Jeweled skin symmetry. - Marc Myers

On whipped-cream branches Snowflakes work winter magic. Perfect stillness reigns. - Marc Myers

for their teardrops trail down face of cliff divided by mist and mirror - David Farrar

Child feeding goldfish kneeling on a bamboo bridge floating up and down - robert leechford

Falling through moonlight Snowstars glisten on roof tops Warming the cold night - Renee Dickson

Marc's Haiku Page #7

To send me a haiku for possible inclusion in these pages, click here.

Seaside digging clams. If only the clams dug me, I know we'd be friends. - Marc Myers	Four died at Kent State; Two died at Altamont; A dream died for me. - Marc Myers
Nineteen Sixty Eight. Prague Spring; Chicago riots. Once we were children. - Marc Myers	Jerry died last year. The Grateful Dead are no more. Who will keep the beat? - Marc Myers
Dogs can always tell. You can lie with your mouth, but Truth leaks through your skin. - Marc Myers	Basking in the sun; Lizard decorates the day. Jeweled skin symmetry. - Marc Myers
On whipped-cream branches Snowflakes work winter magic. Perfect stillness reigns. - Marc Myers	for their teardrops trail down face of cliff divided by mist and mirror - David Farrar
Child feeding goldfish kneeling on a bamboo bridge floating up and down - robert leechford	Falling through moonlight Snowstars glisten on roof tops Warming the cold night - Renee Dickson