A short story

So my daughter's writing challenged me to write fiction again, and the result is up for your consideration at www.monnig.co.za/rav.html

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haiku by hein monnig [2009-2011]

burning hair, tempts heart —
fast to ignite, scorching me —
her cleansing heat.



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she orbits my life;
diminutive dynamo —
her passion wheel spins.


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she, such rich chocolate —
bold pungence of life's deep fluid
feeds, fattens the soul.


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sun opens blossom;
she blooms in the light of eyes —
pollen for the soul.


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she, divine wind speeds —
the heart's coastline trembles, moves;
life — storm of her heart

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her eye's morning dew:
sun glistens on chilly tears —
mourning memory shines, so.

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rising sun frames her —
trapped statue of life: cold, hard;
warm heart's chisel frees.


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new blossoms in trees —
you bud, naively fresh, so:
soothing soul's shadow


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your fingers on me —
my eyelids, such heavy clouds;
touch lulls to sweet sleep.


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blood pulses in throat;
passion inflames the spirit,
fleet life runs the course.


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machine systems: oil;
blood, tears propel humans too —
all life's lubricants.



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she strokes air, water
a stream of relief for me —
life saver, she is


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rush, pressure of time:
chest tightens, breath eludes me:
Your breath fills me now


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winter fades; sunrise —
you, warm breeze of Nordic skies,
nestling in the soul.


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haiku by hein monnig [2011]

she, the autumn leaves,
as thin time, golden, freezes —
sleeping life's branches



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morning spring stillness;
she rests — repose in quietude:
her sapling will sprout.


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winter's end is she:
a crisp coolth, thin sun and breeze —
incandescence, now.


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Eyes, dark river stones —
her look: rivulets of joy.
My soul, mystified.



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wind carries her voice,
hear the song of ears' delight;
music's balmy breeze


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cracked mountain, seething
sending heat spigots, gushing — 
death's fountain, living.


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the wind strokes the skin;
her look is as the breeze, gusting —
soothing the brow, now.

Stephen King's "Cell".

Feb. 2007

Just completed "Cell", by Stephen King. Very visceral, very prosaically poetic - classic King!
An excellent read, with some tear-inducing pathos in parts.