crystal morning
sunshine bounces
footsteps crackle
November clouds pounce
a snowflake licks my nose
I think my dog laughs
early winter
fauna are fat, flora, thin
come springtime, not so
ample harvest
root cellar is stuffed
tasty winter
snowflakes
smitten with the wind, twirl
tiny ballerinas
snow fences
a wobbly charm of their own;
a dancing grandma
silence of snow
muffled night
the fire roars
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crisp and taut
a different voice from U Brittle Light
I greatly like the word use
and characterizations
personifications in this poem
November is a great change
from the long haul of
the warm weather...
"my dog laughs"
my dog a chinese shar pei
(forty four pounder)
loves the snow
and when I take her
for walks
she smiles!
I know its a smile
Grandma dances...
the youthful exhuberance
for the new weather
enlivens us all
Thank U!
Mr Esker!
crisp and taut...like Haiku?
crisp and taut...like Haiku?
these three line stanzas are a group of independent pieces, with a common theme
I didn't use the word "Haiku" of Senryu" because I tire of explaining that the 5-7-5- rule is not, and never was, written in stone. I think it was made up to teach children about syllables, but I'm sure it was not codified by authentic "Haiku-ists".
I like absurdity and/or the ludicrous surprise of seemingly non-sequiturs that, in fact, do have a connection to rationality, if only very tenuously...that's where the Ah! Ha's! and slow grins come from...the obvious can't do that.
anyway...thanks, as always, for your thoughts.