of a week of haiku

 That time I wrote a haiku, and then it became a daily haiku for a week. It was this time of year, early winter. 

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haiku for depression 

an ink stain blooming

something molten and monstrous 

come to devour me 

 

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verge of bitter dawn

shiver runs like a snag through

fine nylon stockings

 

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crabapple branches

colours shouting so loudly!

at me and the sky

 

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my mother says a 

teacup is a happy thing

how nice for the tea 

 

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you can't hold back a 

tsunami with cotton wool. 

it's too late for words

 

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the susurration 

of trickling drops cocoons me

beyond my warm bed

 

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for all the wonders

yes! I marvel and thrill! but

I still prefer sleep