Haiku Saturday

World-weary, tired
Guarded, defensive, all spent
But my hair looks good!

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Sometimes I wonder
Why I let you get to me
And sometimes I know

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He asks hard questions
My answers sound forced and wrong
And he stops digging

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My writing suffers
Inspiration shrivels
Where are my muses?

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Haiku Friday - Cali Edition

Constant ocean breeze
Gentle balm for weary souls
Chilly in the shade

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Channel Islands rise
Amid mist and haze and clouds
So mysterious

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Palm trees sway above me
Various seabirds take flight
Should I fear earthquakes?

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Not quite young lovers
But rediscovering things
We had forgotten

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We walked and held hands
Along sandy, rocky shore
A new day begins