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haiku

#1

Clumsily painted

treetops hang crooked under

the blue of snowfall.

 

#2

Violent wind shaves the

withered leaves from their limbs. Soft

rain licks at their wounds.

 

#3

The fury of tides

swallows sand and beach. Darkness

creeps as lightning sinks.

◄ The Storm

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Melissa Gentile

Tue 28th Feb 2017 18:10

Suki,

Neruda -- now I'm blushing lol. Thanks for the feedback ?


John,

Thank you for the kind words. It seems I strive for economical language, so I suppose haiku and I go hand-in-hand ? Thanks for the feedback!

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suki spangles

Sat 25th Feb 2017 04:49

Hi Melissa,

#2 particularly has a Naruda-like feel, especially ~ soft rain licks at their wounds..

Suki

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