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From her eyes fell the scales of delusion that hid
from her the sad truth.
(sorry - don't think I can do funny haiku!)
In her seclusion,she fought confusion, naming
shades of delusion.
Sagapo, was itsheltered in her cloister
shades of her life-love
(first attempt)
I know it is "love life", is it allowed to "deconstruct it" like this? as artistic freedom?
Jocilene, so nice to see you here. My favourite WSS thread.And not only are such deconstructions allowed,they are encouraged and embraced! Excellent haiku.
And a very good philosophical Haiku Nicky, amongst my favourite form of Haiku. And if you hang around here long enough
a funny haiku
soon will happen to you too,
nothing you can do.
[Thank's Guy, I've been trying to visit all threads to find out which one I like the most, and to challenge myself. I'm glad you liked it]
IlluminatingThose dark thoughts of human being
By divine grace, aided
Nice Jocilene, welcome to Haiku thread :)
I agree, Guy :)
I agree, Guy :)
IlluminatiGlitter with a firefly's glow
That fades with sunrise.
[Thanks Leslie.Nice play of words, Guy]
These are great! You are all very clever pirates :)
In mother's old vasea captive firefly's slow death
keeps the night at bay.
Wow! That is excellent Ryan!
The firefly's deathLeft behind the memory
Of the long cold night.
The soft black, dark skyheld the shinning moon up high
in the middle of
the cold stormy night.
Snow covered all like a
soft pillow of white.
(This was a joint effort - concept by my 4yr old Hazel - help with structure by me! She did have a last line if we'd had room which was 'waiting for the morning light - but we couldn't fit it in) )
Nicky wrote: "The soft black, dark skyheld the shinning moon up high
in the middle of
the cold stormy night.
Snow covered all like a
soft pillow of white.
(This was a joint effort - concept by my 4yr old ..."
Yes Hazel!
And sometimes we create Tanka here, which is two more lines of 7, so 5-7-5-7-7, when extra lines demand to be heard.
Beautiful, Yusra!
Guy wrote: "Nicky wrote: "The soft black, dark sky."
Oh! rigtho thanks!
The voice of the sky,Vanilla ice and soft cream,
Caressed the lovers.
I love it, Yusra!Beautiful continuation, Guy - great visual.
(I'm not responsible for what follows :P)The voice of the lovers
Bewitched for the very first time
A vanilla scream
Gasps.. back and forth, here and there
Rose slowly through their brownish skins
LOL! So good, Jocilene! Take full responsibility! Very very well done!
*her goosebumps shiver
underneath her tongue, steamy
as a caramel
macchiato -- their red lips
offer tribute to the gods.
(view spoiler)
gods prefer gold coinsaccording to the priest. but
some sugar will do.
(this one breaks the chain... but Ryan's haiku stayed in my mind and made me write this:Its wings touched by dawn,
a firefly still against glass.
Too late for cupped hands.
... sorry... as you were...)
(I'm just continuing the chain)Sugar like silk,
pure as milk. Huddled together.
Making the gods consider,
this paradise inwhich to wither
sugar canes tied up
with strings moved back and forth with
ev'ry gust of wind
with strings moved back and forth with
ev'ry gust of wind
Dark does molassesfrom sugar cane come, and then
the evils of rum!
Her old eyes were tired.She began to see the sun
Move like molasses
Down into the horizon
With her memories and rum.
Honey, hablar, yes?Oh, never mind the thick blankets
The rum will have the job done
Late the next morningShe woke face down on the floor
Shivering alone.
The thick blankets under her
Were warm with her tale to tell.
Heavy the blankets aresealed with tears
Telling her story
unraveling her fears
Only her and her blanket know...
all the troubles her world bestows
So good Al and Lee-lette! A great way to start my day. :-)The tears of his tales
About distant stars not known
Warm her with could be.
The darkness around them both
No longer chills their ardor.
Now they shine brighterThis glorious feeling
makes them feel lighter
As they adhere to sleeps call.
The call of black sheep Was their bucolic wakeup
At dawn into a new dream.
Far away the shepherd Down the hills, a lost flock, for it’s
The fox revolution
Those gams and that smilehad him beggin’ for more news,
for more of Megyn.
Megyn the black catCocked her ears to hear his mews
Then mewed him to her
Before finding the alley
Wherein she would be amused.
She ran to the alley for refugeBut instead was stunned
Her home was overtaken,
All left to do was flee
For her new journey has just begun
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Fish and chips may break
her bones but the scales on her
nails will never crack.