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Senyru 14.2
Trees give the wind a voice Soft whispers of pine needles Roaring through poplars Images courtesy of Shutterstock and TRVST, respectively.
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Senyru 14.1
Wind chases the leaves From the trees and the rooftops A golden carpet Images courtesy of Dreamstime.com and Mom Soul Soothers, respectively.
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Senyru 14
Fall means letting go Red and gold replaces green Summer’s work is done Images courtesy of Go Great Lakes Bay and Country Living Magazine, respectively
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Haiku One
Winter, like the wind Creeps into ev’ry crevasse Chilling to the bone I love winter. The cold is invigorating. The weather can be exciting. But I do sometimes get tired of being cold all the time. There are days when it seems the only way I will get warm is to have a nice long…
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Crow
There is a crow sitting in the tree outside my window. I often wonder if it is the same crow day to day. I swear that it is looking in at me as I sit at the computer. So I go outside and put out peanuts and other treats. I feel that I am helping…
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Senyru 13
She comes stealthily Soft feet silent on the floor Desiring treats The cat, Bonfire, which we had before Miss Fuzzy Pants, had been declawed by his first owner. The vet did a shoddy job and the claws grew back deformed. Furthermore, they grew in right through his toe beans. Some came out the bottoms and…
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4.3.2 Mini Poems
Obviously, this is inspired by haiku. I’m suggesting that we invent a new poem format. Well, I don’t know about every format that already exists and this one just might already. But my idea is that you write a poem in three lines. The first line is four syllables. The second line is three and…
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575 – 4
I’m melancholy Like the crow up in the tree Crying caw caw caw I feed the crows in the winter. Some people think you shouldn’t feed the birds at all, any kind of bird. But probably a lot of people who do regularly feed birds would not feed crows. I like crows. I don’t know…
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575 – 3
Playing unaware I outwit my opponent Claiming victory Maddie isn’t really my opponent. We are more like partners. But she’s a dog and possibly a much too thoughtful dog. Every now and then, so I assume, she gets this thought into her head that says she cannot hop up onto the padded bench at the…
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Senyru 12
In the dead of night Clouds sit thick upon the earth Gray billows of mist I woke up a little after midnight and realized that the light filtering in through the blinds had a peculiar quality. I got up and looked out and saw the fog. It was thick and all the lights were enmeshed…
Maddie's Mom Writes 