Afternoon of July 26, 2025

 

Goldilocks world

stripped of minerals

and bombed to hell

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

the gesture

was a fatal mistake

road rage

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

New Mexico

the mere suggestion

of stop signs

~Scott Wiggerman

air strikes

a supercut

of silences

~Bipasha Majumder (De)

cadaver planet

small creatures run

where builders strode

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

Rope Swing

The man on the rope swing

casts off from shore,

disappears in fog

caressing the river

as we listen

for a splash

or the rope to return

with or without him.

~Diane Webster

flea market

an old uncle's photograph—

perhaps

~Scott Wiggerman

lips not moving

the ventriloquist

in his coffin

~John J. Dunphy

a woman walks

through marigolds

vanishes with them

~Tejendra Sherchan

 

trampled ferns

the unfinished story

of the old factory

~Boryana Boteva

trickle of water

from the gutter

AC leak

~Scott Wiggerman

third wheel

wordless dictionaries —

silent talks, 

glances that converse; 

none —

just third, at a table for two

~Allen David Simon

morning rainbow—

all things I can't keep

~Fatma Zohra Habis

morning frost

blowing hot air

on the window

my finger-drawn heart

sheds a tear

~Fatma Zohra Habis

nightmare...awakening

trapped in a void

waiting for the key

~Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky

through shotgun holes

on the Jesus Saves billboard

glint of stars

~Scott Wiggerman

сommunism for the well-fed

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

Litter Falling

The slab of peeling

paint and rust

stands like a painting

hung in the forest

of autumn leaves

littering each other

fall after fall.

~Diane Webster

I Was a Cat

In my past life, I was a cat.

When it’s hot, I want nothing more than to drop onto the cool floor and stretch out.

When it’s cold, I want to cuddle up in a warm blanket and sleep all day.

If I don’t want to be touched, beware...I bite.

If I do want attention, I pester him to get off his computer.

Yesterday, I craved salmon, which I devoured within seconds. 

Today, I felt the temptation to follow him to the "powder room."

Perhaps, I am still a cat?

~Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky

the cat yowls in triumph

for she has slain and dragged upstairs

another pair of underwear

~Noah Berlatsky

 

 

Open All of July

Seashores Haiku Journal

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Frogpond Journal

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First Frost

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The Solitary Daisy (Open for about a week)

Editors would like to hear from poets who have never been published in

The Solitary Daisy before. The theme is open; editors like a seasonal

reference (and a bit of a surprise). Send one or two haiku to Sally at

sally_quon@yahoo.com or to Michele at kelownalady@hotmail.com.

Include your location.