Month: August 2018
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Three Poems
Originally posted on Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin: cup of coffee by the water this day to God * AUTUMN GRACE leaves of bleeding hearts now gold so do broken hearts mend so does grief heal Autumn grace * September on the horizon all the goals I can still try to reach * AUTUMN GRACE was…
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Marlene Mountain’s Pig
Originally posted on Haiku Commentary: pig and i spring rain (Published in Frogpond, 2:3-4, 1979) © Marlene Mountain (1939 – 2018) (USA) Pigs and rain both symbolize abundance, power, and strength. So, I can see a very close connection between the first word (pig) and the last word (rain). Another element that comes to my mind is the…
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My Daily #Haiku (8/11/18)
8/11/18: key summer rain a Key West getaway in the winter #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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A Sense of Place: THE SHORE – touch
Originally posted on Bending moments: Indian Ocean I touch my childhood on its shore ? Source: A Sense of Place: THE SHORE – touch
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Today’s Haiku (August 11, 2018)
Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 向日葵の話しかけたくなる高さ 駒木根淳子 himawari no hanashikaketakunaru takasa sunflower its height makes me feel like talking to it Atsuko Komakine from ‘Haiku,’ a monthly haiku magazine, March 2017 Issue, Kabushiki Kaisha Kadokawa, Tokyo
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A Sense of Place, edited by kj munro: THE SHORE – touch
Originally posted on Il fiume scorre ancora: Trebbia river the willows touch blue waters (The Trebbia is a river predominantly of Liguria and Emilia Romagna in northern Italy.) Eufemia Griffo ?
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#Haikai Challenge #46 (8/11/18): Fire #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Flames from the Holy Fire scorch a hillside in Lake Elsinore, California, on August 9.ROBYN BECK / AFP / GETTY My, did you have a lot to say about vacations last week, haijin! Congratulations to all contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Denise DeVries 2. Deborah Gomez 3. Jules @ Strands 4.…
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Birthday Wishes: Haibun
Originally posted on Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings: I think of my dad today and how he admired Tony Hillerman’s novels, mysteries involving the Navajo Tribal Police. Once he wrote Mr. Hillerman a letter and received a gracious reply. It’s been twenty years now since my father died. He’d be ninety-nine today—perhaps he’d have…