(desire means always wanting more than you once had)

I was in with you.
You came into, out of me.
Once filled, not sated.

(with pleading sincerity directed to the inner critic inside of my head)

Pester me no more.
I struggle to build something.
I mean it, this time.

(lifeguarding- #1)

Sunshine. Kids paddling.
Two docks bob by the shore.
Sound: water splashing.

(passing a beautiful woman on the sidewalk)

Her breasts: full bursting.

I crave touch such succulence.

He grasps her hand. Damn.

(the end of the day)

Bowls placed in cupboards.
Late-night kitchen, dim light, still.
Woman sighs, softly.

(reasonable questions with indeterminate modifiers)

The moon shines so bright.
Do you think there's a heaven?
Is it made of cheese?

(great medicine)

Laughter carries us.
To the sea, and tears. Mountains.
Up and over them.

(a study in digraphs)

Breath churns acrid smoke.  
The scent of chilies burning.
Charred wet eyes implode.

(I have searched for you in a thesaurus and I did not find you there)

All "y's" well-reviewed:
"You" yields no equivalents.
I love then, nameless.

Blog update

Dear (dear dear) readers,

As of today (Friday, June 10), Lunch Break Haiku will, most likely, be updated during the weekdays only (this means 5 posts-- or 85 syllables-- per week, instead of the usual 7). For the next couple of weeks, the timing of these weekday posts may stretch the bounds of what could reasonably be called "the lunch hours," as I sort out a new lifestyle in a new environment. That said, I look forward to continuing the (fledgling) tradition of haiku writing on this blog, and I so very much appreciate everyone's readership and support.


With light,

L.V. Newc

(moving to Maine)

Cold city living.
Now rain, light. Now earth rising.
Mountains call me home.

(American Spirit)

I drag cigarettes
For the reminder of you.
Kisses fire, then smoke.

(entomology for beginners)

Each thing meaningful.
See ant as image angel.
Bee, the face of God.

(wading horses suppose no inhibitions)

Sip slow peacefully.
Soft curvatures, sun demure. 
Hooves clink cool creekbeds.

(double entendre question mark)

You come then you sleep.
You came through fear/lonesomeness.
You wake still coming.

("Finish this sentence with a metaphor: I feel like...")

One thousand balloons
Lost from the painted clown's fist.
Up high, air's tighter.

(she pools sad petals)

She pools sad petals.
Kneels head bowed, white weeping draped.
Mountain of flowers.

(New York City bird)

Sparrow, cry so loud!
Do you hunger? Thirst? Need sleep?
Or are you lonely.

(listening to children on the train to New York)

I'm six. Garbage! Grass!
I saw an elephant. Cows!
Let's look for some more!

(returning to Pennsylvania in summertime)

Peas sugar snapping.
Berries, rhubarb cakes and pies.
Hills. Forests. Leaves. Green.