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“I rhyme
To see myself,
to set the
darkness echoing.”
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~ Seamus Heaney
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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green
cows chewing
farmer forever mowing
eventually it becomes milk
grass
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Haiku:
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smell freshly mown grass
see the storm clouds gathering
hear the summer buzz
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Poem:
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the boys of summer play their game
aspirations of reaching the hall of fame
the girls they have a league of their own
amazing how fast the pitches are thrown
fanatics root for the home team side
win or lose they show their pride
peanuts and crackerjacks at exorbitant prices
tasteless pizza served by the slices
fresh air and sunshine a good excuse
the scorecard as a remembrance to use
win or lose it was good family face time
remember the heroes when in their prime
whose the best ? ? ?
harmless discussions to become embroiled
definitely better than “a good walk spoiled*”
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*Thanks to Mark Twain for his definition of golf.
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“Poetry can be dangerous,
especially beautiful poetry,
because it gives the illusion
of having had the experience
without actually
going through it.”
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― Rumi
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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #70 Crane&Gold
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he craned his long neck
seeking the golden sunshine
welcoming the day
he craned his long neck
searching for his beloved
her golden tresses
they met with a kiss
seeking the golden sunshine
they longed for pure love
with true hearts of gold
their love increased with the dawn
welcoming the day
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