Haiku: Withdrawal

I can write haiku
on twenty-five milligrams—
amid rolling waves.


A. G. 2020


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Haiku

Snowflakes in sunbeams
settle upon pink petals—
a summer surprise.


Amanda Gilmour 2020

Haiku

Memories 

A breeze whispers to
the peony roses, expelling
scents of Mum.

A. G. 2020




Documenting sertraline/zoloft withdrawal through Haiku.
Withdrawal day 3.
Current dose 100mg.
Symptoms: smelling things that aren't there, nausea, headache, dry mouth, depersonalisation, vivid dreams.








Haiku

Withdrawal

Half a pill less 
thaws my heart's frosty fringe
but the freeze remains.

A. G. 2020

Haiku

Wind strewn rose petals
pale from red to pink when
winter bites summer.

Amanda~Louise Gilmour © 2020

Haiku

Fluttering past
sibilant trees—butterflies
bleached in solstice sun.

© Amanda~Louise Gilmour 2020

Haiku ~ three

On the old apple
blossom, crispy petals bloom
into white butterflies.

Amanda~Louise Gilmour © 2020

Haiku ~ two

Sparkling star-like on 
roses, dewdrops ignited 
by sunrise.


Amanda~Louise Gilmour © 2020 

Haiku ~ one

Gauzy clouds veil sun-
down, diluting the scarlett 
sky, salmon-pink.

Amanda~Louise Gilmour © 2020

Haiku

Breathy droplets 
(suspended between dust motes)
drown my flailing lungs.

© Amanda~Louise Gilmour 2020

Haiku

Haiku Wishes

Puff faces, feather light 
wishes,waltzing with winds:
dandelion fluff.

Snowy-Spring Haiku

Spring dawn wakens to
susurrus snowflakes yawning
beside cherry blossoms.

Dawn Haiku

At first blush, lilac
hues seep into clouds resting
under rising rays.

Haiku

At dawn, nothing stirs
but fallen baby blossoms
caught a-whirl in wind.

Haiku, by Amanda Gilmour.

Son

Brittle

Brittle
He grew delicate
roots inside me,
brittle as glass.

by Amanda Gilmour

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Soul

As I burn your soul
onto paper, a butterfly
lands on my pen.

by Amanda~Louise Gilmour

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Dawn

Dawn's ghostly whisper,
dappled with rose-gold hues, seeps
into inky skies.

by Amanda Gilmour

Sundown

In the gloaming sky,
pink hues seep from sundown, while
amber-tinged clouds bloom.

by Amanda~Louise Gilmour