Friday, July 11, 2014
Haiku Friday: By the water
It's summer in the Midwest, and it seems like everyone but me is off at a lake these days (I am holed up working on the clemency project). Later this month, though, I will get my chance. The picture above is of my dad and sister, doing what they do up at the Island.
What is it we do near water? Read, cook, rest, talk, fish… it is a different kind of life. Let's haiku about that this week. I will go first:
A good rubber raft
Sofa and clubhouse, afloat
A lush afternoon.
Now it is your turn-- make if 5 syllables/7 syllables/5 syllables, and have some fun!
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eyes closed, listening
rhythm-mic like a beating heart
water laps the shore
my breathing, slow, calm
syncing, recharging with that
of Mother Nature
rhythm-mic like a beating heart
water laps the shore
my breathing, slow, calm
syncing, recharging with that
of Mother Nature
We sit by the pool
It is the color of his
Eyes.He is stretched out
Abyssinian
Mark Antony fetlocks curled,
Gondola legs, toes
Kiss mine.I am drowned
By lust.Bends low to kiss me.
Freckles on warm skin. Lips.
It is the color of his
Eyes.He is stretched out
Abyssinian
Mark Antony fetlocks curled,
Gondola legs, toes
Kiss mine.I am drowned
By lust.Bends low to kiss me.
Freckles on warm skin. Lips.
SCOOTENAY RESERVOIR
Desert Mudpuddle
They swim in a chocolate lake
Irrigation water
Excess from growing
Potatoes and beets and wheat
Farmer in patched jeans
Reaches out to save
His youngest daughter,as she
Goes down for third time.
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Desert Mudpuddle
They swim in a chocolate lake
Irrigation water
Excess from growing
Potatoes and beets and wheat
Farmer in patched jeans
Reaches out to save
His youngest daughter,as she
Goes down for third time.
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