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the stillness between
this day and the next-
paschal lily
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: religious observance
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the stillness between
this day and the next-
paschal lily
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: religious observance
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small mercies
windswept hair and the sea
on my lips
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Prompted, posted on the NaHaiWriMo extension April 2011 here The prompt was: Trees.
(The photo is from Wikipedia! I really like this deckchair!)
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firing clay —
once again playing
gods
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Prompted, posted on fb NaHaiWriMo extension 2011 here
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spring horse—
the robot rides without
a smile
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Prompted, posted on fb page of NaHaiWriMo extension here
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egg tooth–
chipping away at the shell
of this haiku
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What is an egg tooth? Accrding to Wikipedia ‘ the egg tooth is a small, sharp, cranial protuberance used by offspring to break or tear through the egg’s surface during hatching.’ See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_tooth
This is a prompted haiku, posted on the fb page of the NaHaiWriMo extension 2011
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earth to earth–
half the garden under
my fingernails
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Prompted, on Earth Day 2011. See also here
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for your eyes only–
cherry blossom lit by
the full moon
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This haiku, prompted, was posted on NaHaiWriMo’s facebook page here
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learning to trust
my nature?
windmil
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tree of life
an olive branch was never
enough
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Thames mist—
street lights join
the Milky Way
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tin cry–
tired of bending, always
bending
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“When a bar of tin is bent, a crackling sound known as the ‘ tin cry’ can be heard due to the twinning of the crystals.”
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dream boat—
still waters and
a silent moon
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chrysalis —
when did I learn about
Venus?
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my diary –
more plum pudding
than plum fairy
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wind chimes –
at the garden gate
the ode to joy
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for the journey —
a sprig of thyme
between his teeth
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This haiku refers to the custom of placing thyme on or inside the coffin. It is supposed to give courage to the departed and facilitate the journey to the other world. See Wikipedia here.
Of course, thyme, being an aromatic herb with antiseptic properties, has a variety of culinary and medicinal uses: For instance it is a major ingredient in mouthwash! I mainly cook fish with it!
(Prompted NaHaiWriMo extension April 2011)
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spring rains —
the wheel of fortune
rusts
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fairytale —
one thousand and one nights
breathe in this haiku
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The Arabian nights, the original collection of stories with roots in ancient and medieval times, originate from all over the Middle East and further. The basic story-telling frame involves Scheherazade telling a story a night to Shahryar the King who, disappointed in love, executes a succession of his brides after their first night together. In an attempt to keep herself alive, Sheherazade begins a tale without finishing it, so that the King, enthralled, spares her life in order to hear the rest of the story. If this rings a bell with writers who have been told to make their stories exciting to survive/avoid rejection, then so be it. In the end, we all have to survive to tell the tale.
In addition to the fairy tale, one other association is to Ai Weiwei’s 2007 exhibition in Kassel, Germany, named “Fairytale.” Ai Weiewei exhibited 1001 antique Chinese chairs, on which 1001 volunteers from China sat, and a structure made of 1001 antique Chinese doors salvaged from Ming and Qing Dynasty houses that had been built-over in times of rapid development. As he is reportedly held by police at present, I hope he finds enough tales to tell his captors.
This haiku was written in response to a prompt set by Melissa Allen during the April extension of NaHaiWriMo.
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iron of heaven —
Mars or Venus
round my neck
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Egyptian hieroglyphs… refer to meteorites as the “iron of heaven.”
Meteorite from Venus: extremely rare, debatable whether any meteorites from Venus could ever find their way to a necklace…
See also http://nyti.ms/ejDgzE
This haiku was writen responding to the prompt set by Melissa Allen, NaHaiWriMo (continued into April 2011).
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clean living–
salad leaves
and lemon juice
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old cat —
fluttering in her mouth
a dragonfly
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black tea no sugar
we wave without
smiling
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who do you think
you are fooling, crescent moon?
even frogs grow old
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