#1906 (#172)

orange petitgrain 

perfume reminding me of

Seville that summer

#1905 (#171)

afternoon beach croust

in a cornish coastal nook

sea the only sound

#1904 (#170)

all through the long hour

each moment same as the last

searching to find sleep

#1903 (#169)

i’ll not show my feet

no pedomancy for me

i don’t want t know

#1902

truth bitterness dawn

a sanctuary in time

there's safety in this

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From words on page 394 of The Great Dune Trilogy by Frank Herbert (Gollancz, 2018/1979/1965 [Kindle]) - from the first novel in the book, Dune.

#1901 (#168)

under the sun's rays

in salakot shade coolness

work onwards, upwards

#1900 (#167)

memories of plants

that are sericeous but not

exactly which ones

#1899 (#166)

i birze through the crowds

as the sadness breaks through me

but is kept at bay 

#1898 (#165)

innocent gobemouche

too easily led he needs

some lessons in life

#1897 (#164)

it soothes and it calms

i don't need to be expert

musicaster's fine

#1896 (#163)

always unmorrised

but now i know there’s this word

should i be prepared?

#1895 (#162)

semi, whole, flavoured,

shake, hot, tea, coffee… we’re all

galactopotic

#1894

the bell sounded thin,

or morning hour exhausted,

like a mashed tin can

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From words on page 182 of All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy (Picador/Pan Books, 1993).

#1893 (#161)

my brickish wonder

the foundation that keeps me

strong, level, stood up

#1892 (#160)

a day cleaning cells

the things i saw in tjoekie

made me change my ways

#1891 (#159)

truth universal - 

we are all zoolaters

to some degree, no?

#1890 (#158)

the perfect balance

the ambiversion of me

functioning just right

#1889 (#157)

a nook-shotten pub

in an old village with friends

but in my mind's eye

#1888 (#156)

too late for this shit

couldn't start a hype cycle

haven't got the balls

#1887 (#155)

a weed among wheat

hid between stalks, zizany

fools no one - like me

#1886 (#154)

not so much mud stuck

as feet-dragging cloggishness

when my brain attempts

#1885 (#153)

movement forward, back, 

left, right, wrong way to go righ

meandriform life

#1884

spring snow comes then goes

a thought that never took flight

a quickly blown light

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Written for the April Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Sping season word, spring snow.

#1883 (#152)

petitive journeys

to find what i most desire

then: repetition