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double wow... which made me think of this...
I hear my father's
dry coughing caught in cupped hands
when I'm down with flu
Excellent continuation Ryan! Jim, very interesting continuation.Through the cracked window
the cold dry wind shakes the flame
and rattles the breath.
A crow coughs at the old man
In a playful mockery.
a crow tilts its head,eye and ear aimed at the pipe
as my car backfires
From arroyo heightsdescended; the pyre smoke calls
a murder of one.
Funereal blackWas what she had longed to be
Long before its time;
The lone crow, her familiar,
Is what has kept her breathing.
O! The crow girls dancein deep meadow, by starlit
oak, in eldritch glow.
O! The crow girls dread
the coming frost, the silent
night; Arcady lost.
How the cow girls glanceat the hills by the sun, lit,
with the rill's soft flow.
The cow girls look ahead
to winter, the summer spent,
their eden become frost.
Perfect, Guy! What imagery. Love it :)
Thank you Ryan! Yours was wonderful, too. So hard to follow, which is why the thread was silent, I suspect. I realized that the best way to continue it was to pay true homage to yours, and so echoed it. :-)
From the far off glenThe cow bell's ring woke the hill
From which the sun rose.
Long fingers unfurledrevealing her heart's promise,
diamond in rose gold.
I can't write haikusI've tried, but just can't do it.
What's wrong with me, guys?
If that is the case,Then you have found the write place
To right your haiku.
The Loss of DictionariesThe writer is lost
In her labyrinth of words
Looking for meaning
In the ordered randomness
Of Oxford dictionaries.
On a darkened pagefar from day's light, she stumbled
across Minotaur.
Linking hands with Icarus
she leapt high, chasing the sun.
The impassive sunSaw not her heart as it shone
On good and evil
With an equanimity
That melted his wings.
Long she dwelled alone,extolling her heart of stone,
one that was rolling.
Her heart is alonebeating in another's chest
locked in his attic.
Not Greek but attic,a beat sometimes regular,
sometimes erratic.
With a riff so darkand sneaky; an aftertaste
just like tzatziki.
Haha! Nice one, Yusra. Welcome to the thread :)
RoTFL! Yusra, welcome to our 5-7-5 thread with an excellent creation! So funny!My black bitterness
Was sweetened by her soft tongue
Dripping coffee words
Unfiltered into my ear
Like a shot of espresso.
That's very kind of you, Yusra. This is my favorite thread by far, it is incredibly addictive. Don't stop now you've started :)
Thank you Yusra. This is my favourite thread, too. If you can find the time, I highly recommend that you give it a read from the start. It is one of the best, most delightful anthologies I've ever read.
Her caramel smilebucked me from my star; I had
bean grounded once more.
[Groan! Ryan, puns like that demand the punner be roasted! LOL! Sorry, can't follow that, for some reason. Here's the best I can do tonight.]Her Camel Smile
It was still morning,
Before Eos drowned his star,
Lit her camel smile.
The hunchback woke to see her
And to dream of being smoked.
Thick smoke in the airOr could it be fog maybe
Both obstruct my view
(My first haiku ever! I think it's kinda cool. Simple but cool.)
I agree, Keith - it's very cool, well done!Welcome to 5-7-5, there's no going back now :)
Welcome Keith to Haiku world in the WSS. Well done! No, exceptionally well done! I would never have guessed you were a haiku virgin. :-)Now, what to write?
The dark morning fog
Moved inside my head like cats
Flicking their black tails.
Thanks, guys. And I really like that one, Guy. The imagery is at once adorable and disturbing. There's cats involved, so how bad could it be really?
LOL! Thank you Keith. Cats, two feet in the nether world, one foot here and one in what may be. So ... maybe bad? LOL!
Sleep now love, againwe'll dream; in another life
when we both are cats.
So bittersweet areMy dreams when I think of you
And our time long gone
Her dark chocolate eyesMoved from his dreams to his cat
Looking through the glass.
Peace and waiting frightintermingle. Fisherman
on the boat displays.
(Just wanted to add Robyn, yours was great! I bet you love to write haiku.)
Her eyes were dark blueas denim. Her smile was shy.
Her hooks were in him.
Scifaiku! LOL! Great neologism. Did you read the Star Trek haiku series in this thread? Very funny.His leg fell apart,
chewed to dust by dry termites
looking for water.
As he lifted weights,the mid-century hi-fi
turned scratched 78’s.
The deaf old womanGave her nephew a high five
For the hearing aid.
She could hip-hop to vinyl
Like she was still thirty-three.
She pulled out the moss,flatted and scrugged, snagged a bass,
played bluegrass unplugged.
Bass strings hummed beneathpainted nails; soulful blues swam
through minor fish scales.
[I hope it is not too out of place to follow Robyn's.]Still as Stone
She sat still as stone
The river her blood and bone
Her breath morning dew.
[Fushigi: I just heard the song The River by the Darcy's on the radio as I was writing this. Too funny.]
She chased after him
as he ran without thinking
A decade-long game
[I was trying to follow Robyn's but came up with this, instead. Sorry :D]
as he ran without thinking
A decade-long game
[I was trying to follow Robyn's but came up with this, instead. Sorry :D]
[No apology necessary, Leslie, as this follows perfectly! Why else is she getting decked out?! LOL! Hello!]He ran to poker,
His Thursday night, boy's night, game
Free of nails with scales.
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long-dead eyes stare back.