small sharp apples knock
against shattered window glass
there’s no answer back
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haiku
small sharp apples knock
against shattered window glass
there’s no answer back
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haiku
laying beneath bed
i lie and say dust bunnies
are bright companions.
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haiku
napowrimo day 28
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What is the point of this pointy strifey life, eh?
What if is isn’t, eh?
Isn’t what?
Pointy or pointless?
I’m lost, hen!
What if is ain’t pointy, anointy, but swervy and curvy, chick?
Would you think that is cute, brutus?
What is cute, anyway?
Wait! What do you want?
Can we be just us? Be ourselves and yell when we want? Or must we be most oft quiet?
Should I wait?
Will there be some semblance of answer?
How does one stop the dribblesome questions?
How many stops are enough before stop stops up, luv?
How many spots before spots become just one long spot?
Who are you, ducky? Have a thinky. Or not…..
Are you one or two? Or more? Are you polka-dotted or cockily confident?
Can you hear me from up there on your cloud? Should we speak louder?
Wait! Don’t
answer………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
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btw april 28 2021
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no way this is haiku!
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Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s).
no longer safe in
overwhelming narrative
of self self self ~~~ pause
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haiku
he never loved me
he never loved me….i’m free
i love me….i love
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haiku
i cram my arms
full of babies
and hope to matter
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haiku
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n.b
should this haiku be in the past tense? still seems so present
should i understand the grand unplanned wonderment of who i am? still. so present. self-esteemed
should the past matter?
epiphany
amongst many
i have constantly
felt I don’t
deserve to be
here
where
do I go
with this
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learning to listen
first choice is intuition
then second guesses
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haiku
he asks me
so i tell him
i love him
so what
does this mean
something
i tell him
i love sun
flowers as well
as a slew of other stuff
who ask me
nothing
5. when the sea is blue
everyone goes, but when it’s
gray, they stay away