Challenge: The perfect ten.

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sandy wet toes
cold bottle pressed
to my sweaty neck

*****

pink beach towel
yellow beatnik bag
baby oil with iodine

*****

ferris wheel nights
spinning wheels bright
lights prizes kisses
lemonade
 
cotton candy glistens
crystallized confection
lasting longer now
hairbound.



..........what'd I tell you.?..........don't you listen?..........I swear I don't know why...



......c'mere,........stand still........give me that brush..... :eek:
 
A few haiku-senryu's

For some reason i have stopped writing these. There is true art to the short verse... Great topic!!!!


A rose's petal
reminds of silken fingers
silently talking

Counterfeit feelings
traverse the slippery path
of yesterday's truth

Monochromatic
contrasts fill the landscape.
God rests his palette

Solicitations...
Empty promises of more
that always give less

Deepest love creates
resonant echoes within
innermost chambers

Vistas penetrate
vision's one sided anchor
laughing at the lie
 
quietpoet said:
For some reason i have stopped writing these. There is true art to the short verse... Great topic!!!!


A rose's petal
reminds of silken fingers
silently talking

Counterfeit feelings
traverse the slippery path
of yesterday's truth

Monochromatic
contrasts fill the landscape.
God rests his palette

Solicitations...
Empty promises of more
that always give less

Deepest love creates
resonant echoes within
innermost chambers

Vistas penetrate
vision's one sided anchor
laughing at the lie


I think this appeals to me for many of the qualities of short verse. The words have to be carefully chosen. Each word must carry more weight because it has fewer associates to help express it's meaning. I think that's done well here.
 
truth
truth
tell me
of truth
no more lies
please...

~~~~~~~~~~~~

beauty looks
beckons
from afar
glistenings
radiate
with sunshine
smiles
 
Delicate fragile silences
shattered by words unspoken,
destruction complete.




The dance of hearts begins,
I trip over your silence.


Telephone lines
can not replace
your face.
 
eminent emotion
reigns supremely

withstanding

contemplations' hand,

stroking
firestorms'
embersome shaft

:kiss:
 
steady friction
stroking
stoking
getting ready fireplace,
kindling, and fuel
 
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