Whatever It Is

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“I am solitary

as grass.

What is it I miss?

Shall I ever find it,

whatever it is?”

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~ Sylvia Plath

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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stupid

can’t learn

memorized by rote

having not yet learned

ignorant

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Haiku:

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bright lightning flashes

loud thunder claps following

furious wind gust

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Poem:

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It goes, whatever It is.
It will go on without me.
It is life, the quiz.
It is never free.

It is the good question.
It is the dubious answer.
It is the impression.
It is the brain power.

if I caught It
what would I do with It
life is such a nebulous It
living is to enjoy It

It comes.
It goes.
is It a plan from a Higher Source
It is whatever you want It to be

tag – – – your It

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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Anything Can Happen

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“One breath

taken completely;

one poem,

fully written,

fully read –

in such a moment,

anything can happen.”

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~ Jane Hirshfield

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Elfje:    (Cinquain)

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totally

belly laugh

filled with pleasure

life lived in happiness

awesome

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Haiku:

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the crack of the bat

boys of summer playing games

family together

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Poem:

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in the blink of an eye
lightning split the sky
the thunder however
rolled on and on forever

the smell of ozone lingered
another flash answered
rain drops began their pitter patter
to the ducks it doesn’t really matter

like clockwork the afternoon showers arrive
grass, flowers, weeds, growing in overdrive
the deluge over, the humidity swells
pleasant gardens adorned with cockleshells

did mankind really evolve
another question we may never solve
so many questions, so few answers
are we creating our own cancers

let it rain, let it shine
just stand in awe of the worlds design

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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