Tag: haiku
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Crunch…a #quadrille #haibun for .@dversePoets
Crunch (By jeffreyw (Mmm… chiliUploaded by Fæ) [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons) The crunch-crunch-crunch of corn tortilla chips mixed with her homemade chili. So different from the crunch-time I flopped when my supervisor walked into my classroom. The crunch-crunch-crunch of another bite. Washed down with fresh Burgundy! fallen leaves crunching under…
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#Silent Sunday 12/3/17
Now, for a well-earned rest from #haiku Until tomorrow!
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#Haikai Challenge 10 (12/3/17): Arid…#haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka
Hello, haijin! And my hat’s off to you! For I haikai challenged, and you delivered! Last week, a record number of you answered the call: Jilly–Ain’t Gonna Happen–a Haiku Charley–Haiku: Migration Charmed Chaos–#Haiku: Rain revivedwriter–November Rain qbit–Haiku–November Rain Vivian Zems–November Rain Xenia Trans–Where Frogs Are Sleeping Zander–In The City Rick Daddario–2017 Haiga Header Sampling…
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#haikai challenge update…#haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka
Expect the next #haikai challenge tomorrow! super moon delays from preparing a new family room
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#Senryu Saturday (12/2/2017)…nights like these…#haiku #poetry
By Charles Mosley, 1749 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons tangled bedsheets stars disappearing before a brightening sky
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#Publication Alert (12/2/17): Mowing and Remembrance appears in Haibun Today! #haibun #haiku #poetry
Happy that my haibun Mowing and Remembrance appears in Haibun Today, December 2017, v.11, n.4! Mowing and Remembrance The old Yard Machine awaits. Dried out grass fills every groove in its tires. The hood, which snapped off its hinges snagging a low-hanging branch, loosely rests over the motor. One of its blades must surely…
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#Free-styleFriday (12/1/17): my Failed Haiku 24 premier…#senryu #haiku #poetry
Did I mention how pleased I am to appear in Failed Haiku 24? October morning the superb timing of a failing furnace shots fired a “dear diary” entry left blank
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A #Tanka-Prose #haibun for A Month with Yeats: Day 30
Thank you, Jane, for your guidance on this wonderful, November journey. And now, for the thirtieth… via Pinterest.com “And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,” —W.B. Yeats Bloodsword Sunset The first chill is in the air. The last withered leaves scatter in a passing Autumn…
