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Let it snow, let it
snow, let it snow--the song goes.
Elsa said, "let it go."
snow, let it snow--the song goes.
Elsa said, "let it go."
I wish it would snowon Christmas Day , but I live
down Australia way.
:-)A praying mantis
knows only one way to live;
he bleeds out for love.
I stumbled across a new derivative form of haiku that seems to be gaining some momentum - Questionku. I thought it might be an interesting style to add to our collection of haiku, senryu, tanka and 5-7-5 from time to time...Questionku is a new short form by Richard Lamoureux. It consists of three lines:
Line 1: 4 syllables.
Line 2: 5 syllables.
Line 3: A 6-syllable question.
Here's my first attempt -
Twilight swimming,
last kiss of the sun;
do I dare stay under?
Sorry for trespassing! Head down under ,
watch kangaroos leap
and think, do I jump too?
Clouds before me,labyrinth behind;
Father, why fear the sun?
For few have heard of,fewer seen, a past so dark
and labyrinthine!
He sang of cobwebbedhalls’ stone steps, of lime slices
and bottles of Schweppes.
Bottles of Schweppeshe drank, when he'd let
loose it really stank.
No sooner openedhis privy door, townfolk fled
wildly to the moor.
Thank you, Lee-lette! Yours was fun to follow.
It sent the crocs nearby the tents to those shelters
to avoid the stench.
They drifted downstream,lurked awhile, as time ticked by
on the Croc-O-Dial.
The Croc-O-Dial signaled,so crocks drew near
feet and hands disappeared.
M wrote: "Thank you, Lee-lette! Yours was fun to follow."No problem. I can return the words now :)
But some paused when facedwith a man in his croc shoes;
No feet to lay waste!
He guessed her shoe size,but was wrong. Her crocodiles
were seven feet long.
He was footloose, apoor guesser; she was classy,
a snappy dresser.
that summer with youleft me a map, for finding
sunshine in winter
Beautiful, Ryan!Her husbands found it
easy to plot fair weather:
where Hilda was not.
Where the plot thickensThere quickens a plaintive voice,
Its plea for Hilda.
Hilda was wantedher head priced high
oh well! time to die.
How to live? The diewas cast. She quickly became
an iconoclast.
Lady Luck discardsher disguise, leaves poor Hilda
gazing at snakes eyes.
Life, a week ago,had been sweet. Alas! “On white,”
she sighed, “or en huit ?”
The eighth was enough.Her fantasy was revealed
to have been human.
She pondered their strangemodernity: trinity
and quaternity.
The three is but oneTheir motivations would prove
There is not one left
Not one left?that can't be right
All hope is now lost.
[That is very good, Lee-lette. And funny, to me, because I was visiting family in the town of Hope, 90 minutes east.]
How to follow Lee-lette’s?Incautious and deft,
mad with insight, she soon left
and fled through the night.
She fled on the edge,Her line between dawn and dusk,
Found in the shadows.
Her fate, rather thanadumbrated, she’d have liked
more clearly stated.
As she drove awayI blew a kiss, not knowing
it would be our last.
Her car explodedas she sped past. Otherwise
she’d have had a blast.
Accelerationvia determination.
Equals speed of life.
DeterminationGives both the mouse and the man
A plan for success.
From way down under,the down found down there is soft
determination.
The mouse's tail has its tales,
And selfies without blue cheese.
Evenings brought squawkingsof parrots, a seamstress’ smile,
and stubs of carrots.
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to hedge the old bet.