Haiku

[bobsvinyl]

Environmental Illness.

Shine on harvest moon,
Shine through the dry river beds
Scorched earth crumbling
Shine on the waterless air,
Shine as brightly as you dare.

 

[bobsvinyl]

Squirrels

Climb the apple tree,
Chew trough the tender fruit stem,
Apple falls to earth,
Never reaching potential,
Never snuggled in a pie.

 

[Quadman2]

Environmental Illness.

Shine on harvest moon,
Shine through the dry river beds
Scorched earth crumbling
Shine on the waterless air,
Shine as brightly as you dare.

Super selection of some same words, sir!

Alliteration at its finest.

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[Quadman2]

Squirrels

Climb the apple tree,
Chew trough the tender fruit stem,
Apple falls to earth,
Never reaching potential,
Never snuggled in a pie.

A total feeling of remorse, coupled with a degree of hatred on my part!

My dog thinks of them as; rats with tails. They are rodents.


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[Quadman2]

SUGAR & SALT

Both white in colour,
"deadly" scream our food pro's
like sentinels they
warn of early demises
and sad ways to early death!

For what's it's worth as a Tanka...but hardly priceless.

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[Quadman2]

DEMENTIA

Through old cloudy eyes
trying to determine real
from false images.

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[bobsvinyl]

Summer Heat

Burning days have come,
Like some ancient prophecy
Carved into sandstone.

 

[bobsvinyl]

Distant Cry

Harsh cry of the crow,
Muted and claustrophobic,
Consumed by the woods.

 

[bobsvinyl]

New Heights

Twisting through the air,
The runaway umbrella
Rises above the city.
.

 

[Quadman2]

Summer Heat

Burning days have come,
Like some ancient prophecy
Carved into sandstone.

Last line...says it ALL!

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[Quadman2]

Distant Cry

Harsh cry of the crow,
Muted and claustrophobic,
Consumed by the woods.

Curious about your middle line...evoking in turn.. questions.


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[Quadman2]

New Heights

Twisting through the air,
The runaway umbrella
Rises above the city.
.

I think Mary Poppins is in BIG trouble!


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[Apreggiator]

Dying Embers

Old grief bears the curse
Bone white fingers scratching sky
Owls refuse her name

 

[Quadman2]

Dying Embers

Old grief bears the curse
Bone white fingers scratching sky
Owls refuse her name

A deep hurt that... never heals.

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[bobsvinyl]

Curious about your middle line...evoking in turn.. questions.

I was thinking how a crow's cry is so harsh when it is in the open, but in thick woods the sound is muddled and condensed, taking away some of it's edginess. So, the forest tames the crow.

 

[Apreggiator]

The Last Night in the Workshop

Small lamp remembers
Years spent chiseling away
Yet here I stand now

One last brief, glowing minute
Warm cheek greeting the darkness

 

[Quadman2]

"Lamps are really a "turn on" when it comes to remembering.


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[Apreggiator]

All The Same

Souls chase the same face
Mirrors forget every name
Plastic flowers glare

 

[Quadman2]

All The Same

Souls chase the same face
Mirrors forget every name
Plastic flowers glare

"Souls" do not measure time in years.

"Mirrors do not discriminate.

And, "plastic flowers" do not wilt!

All truisms!

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[bobsvinyl]

The Spirit

She lies there broken,
A sad genetic mishap,
No chance of repair,
But her spirit rises up,
Like a phoenix from fire.