my biggest critic

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my biggest critic
strong warm eyes that melt mine next
step and kiss goodbye

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highway

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highway drive with you
talk wonders life religion
dusk your voice this glimpse
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lost

melodious notes
from your voice have fled-- flood my
heart sweet anguish lost

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fragments mirrored

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fragments that glimmer
gently shattered dignified
staggering impact
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shattered dignified

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staggering impact

gently shattered dignified

fragments that glimmer

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tells me stories {ii}

tells me stories while
i drive laughs so hard-- lost-- gaze
at him not the road

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tells me stories {i}

tells me stories when
he's half asleep but all mine
awake in a dream

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ordinary moments

...the dark velvet blue
sky saw a star twinkle as
i shut the window...

a whirling dervish

a whirling dervish

of occasional dizzy

glances at desire

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image here

ash

ash falls from the sky

gentle like snow nothing's as

it seemed anymore

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viens avec moi

my mind takes me where
i don't always want to go
but sometimes you're there

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until--

once more you slam the

door tender oblivion--

i'll still be inside

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still

woke up this morning
and everything and nothing
had changed forever

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you always

:: was thinking about

you but life interrupted

like you always---

looking away

i sip my coffee
sit before this screen as if
nothing had happened

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detour

hi.
carla coulson photographer

during an unexpected detour {i still haven't arrived anywhere that even remotely resembles what i thought i'd have found by now} i tripped over a lot of things lying in my path to.... wherever i thought i was going...

for instance, a month or two ago i was looking for a challenging poetry lesson for one of the young students that i tutor in writing. the idea of haiku crossed my mind and five seconds after she complained about the constraints of 17 mere syllables, we were both hooked on the complex simplicity, the lull and force of writing haiku, of capturing moments in the same rhythm and a completely different light. flashes of light. glimpses of what i might otherwise not have told you, honest, courageous, brief, touching, strong, gentle, funny, poignant, subtle breaths of what was almost overlooked and whispered words of longing lost, held, found...

i've been writing haiku and sharing here and there, mostly on twitter, and in the meantime, have met some amazingly talented, creative, inspiring, supportive, fun and generous poets, writers and all-around interesting people, thoughtful and funny, i love funny, i need funny... and with some gentle encouragement that sincerely touched me, i've created this sparkling new blog to catch my fallen words shattered hopes scattered thoughts exhaled pieces together and molded into 17 syllables. 17 syllables that posses the potential to-- well-- you fill in the rest--

because the experience of haiku is personal, unique to each individual who reads it and different in the next moment if you choose to read it again. and haiku is accessible. anyone can find a laugh or a smile, a pause in a hectic day, a moment of peace, reflection, perspective, as your own thoughts echo in the deceptive depth of a single haiku.

most of you just haven't tried yet. i intend to change that. this is my effort. and please introduce yourself, stop by often i'll post haiku and short poems {maybe some longer ones...who knows, go crazy!} throughout the day. i love getting to know all of you and your work. find me on twitter and we'll play #haikuwordgame together! i'm kinda shy so you might have to say hi first haha. i will start a list of twitter poets here to keep the conversation moving.

so please enjoy the charming and charismatic nature of haiku poems that wink at you just when you think you're not looking. don't read just these -- read as many as you can find. moments of your lives will forever be reflected and changed. {repeat if necessary}

x chantal
{aka @inotherwords_c on twitter}

scattered words fallen

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broken i hold words
scattered thoughts shards laughter tears
fallen i write you--
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fallen i write you--
scattered thoughts shards laughter tears
broken i hold words
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chandeliers on the floor

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::chandeliers::on::the::floor::
savor what light comes your way
bend to reach pieces scattered fallen shining
soft light reflects in what's shattered
illuminated shadow of a dim glow
capricious exquisite determined shimmer of what's always been
dignified still inevitable collision perspective
enlightened darkness
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ornate
polished
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splinters
rough around the edges perfection
broken fallen transported in that moment
touch what makes you bleed
the veil of trepidation falls gently
with courage strength and breath
::chandeliers::on::the::floor::
from this breath
the flicker of gold in your dark eyes illuminates the path
pieces destined to fall in a generous glow
grasp what light comes your way
staggering impact gently shattered splintered
imperfect glimmer dignified fragments
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