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Sunday, April 17, 2016

Day 17

Today is International Haiku Poetry Day! ... So guess what we’re doing today?
For today’s prompt, write a haiku. Simple as that. Or well, if you’d prefer, write a poem about haiku; I’ve done this before. So that’s an option too; or write about poetic forms in general.

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  1. thirty degree morn
    eighty degree afternoon
    spring in Tennessee

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    1. nicely done! always enjoy your haiku

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    2. It's the same here except we only go up to 65 or 70. Fun haiku!. Easy day today...

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    3. Perfect Haiku, you are amazing!

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  2. squirrels search for nuts
    stealthy birds steal remainders
    closed eyes shut out sun

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    1. fun haiku but, remember you get your Vitamin D through your eyes...

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    2. LOL. I almost deleted Linda's comment by accident because I wanted to hit "Like" and there's no "Like" button.

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  3. I think spring is here
    the song birds outside sing
    sun shines finally

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    1. I know the feeling. I wonder what the song birds thought about spring taking so long to get here.

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  4. Into the woods:
    I need to find myself now
    Roll in the dirt.

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    1. LOL. Did you find yourself in the dirt?

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    2. I just came out of the woods. My grand daughter and I just got done taking a long walk in the woods. We have junk piles with glass bottles and I let her hunt back there for treasures. It was a lot of fun. We found ourselves in the dirt!!! Nice haiku.

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    3. sounds like a good place to be :-)... I like the idea of finding yourself in the basic elements.

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  5. Time is so subtle.
    I cannot see the present;
    the rest looms so large.

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  6. Haiku
    (the day Spring bursts forth)

    Brown branches, red buds
    suddenly covered in green
    so pale, so fragile.


    ©Priscilla Anne Tennant Herrington

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  7. For fifteen years now
    warming my life, chair, lap, bed:
    small bread-colored cat

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