Green hills, gold poppies
and sawthistle, blue lupine--
through tears, all a blur.
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My attempts to write Haiku, Senryu, and sometimes other forms of poetry.
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- That rush of anger...
- Warm breeze circulates...
- Almost a Daily Occurrence
- In a dark blue sky...
- A bright crescent moon...
- Slogging through the day...
- Hot sun, iced coffee...
- A dumb idea...
- Fog rolls in, cold, gray...
- Thanks, Everyone!
- Perhaps happiness...
- All out of fat clothes...
- A couple of days...
- Spring! And two girls kiss!
- Hot afternoons...
- Alone with sadness...
- Too angry to sleep...
- Largest mug in house...
- Midafternoon heat...
- Basho was fifty...
- Little songbirds hop...
- Gold sawthistles grow...
- Another Pillow Test Fail
- One tree on a hill...
- Clumsily she wrote...
- Also Based on a True Story!
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