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Cigarette burning

Surfing the Web for more thoughts

Ash falls to the floor

Cat sits on the desk

Plays with the mouse when I pause

Hairball on mouse pad

Don’t try to call me

I only pay for one line

And now it’s busy

Stop to pour coffee

Drank tea for twenty-five years

Tannic acid – blah

Snow whispers on glass

Cozy in my library

Fireplace dancing

Fifteen hundred books

Embrace me like an old friend

Musty, yet alive

Sleep is a stranger

Time enough to sleep later

Death – the final nap

Thinking of others

Tenuous thoughts on the screen

Touched, but never felt

The Sun plays voyeur

Watching me through the curtain

Time to show it in

Power down – unplug -

Stand and chase the knots away

Return to the day

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Waves of onyx roll

Beneath caps of frothy lace

Wind bends the sea oats.

TLW

Sky is a pasture

for clouds of grey, gravid sheep

Rain brings the shearing.

TLW

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Waves of onyx roll...

Damn!

Makes me look like a piker :lol:

Tee-Ell-Double Yew

Top Literary Woman

You have that title.

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Snow whispers on glass

Cozy in my library

Fireplace dancing

Above Haiku written by Sifuphil.

Phil, I really like this Hiaku, it has several levels of meaning and is composed of nouns and verbs, no descriptive words. Here are some of the levels I see, maybe you see more:

1. It's cold outside, you are warm and safe inside.

2. Even though the body fades, passion and energy abound inside.

3. No matter how tough the outside is, love and warmth remain inwardly.

4. After death the eternal flame continues on.

Edited by Rev Karron

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... Here are some of the levels I see, maybe you see more:

1. It's cold outside, you are warm and safe inside.

2.  Even though the body fades, passion and energy abound inside.

3.  No matter how tough the outside is, love and warmth remain inwardly.

4.  After death the eternal flame continues on.

1. Yep

2. Didn't even think of that one...

3. Like a stale 3 Musketeers bar ^_^

4. Didn't even think of that one...

Sad to say, and embarrassing to admit, but I don't "think" of what I'm writing as I write it - I just write. :blink:

Maybe it's good, maybe it's bad...I write what "pops" into my head AS I type...words to me are toys (as they are to Flowers (where are you?)) that I enjoy playing with. On occasion, they have a deep meaning...most of the time, they're just words. What they do to others is up to others, not me...

Not much of an endorsement for Phil as a writer, huh? :lol:

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... Here are some of the levels I see, maybe you see more:

1. It's cold outside, you are warm and safe inside.

2.  Even though the body fades, passion and energy abound inside.

3.  No matter how tough the outside is, love and warmth remain inwardly.

4.  After death the eternal flame continues on.

1. Yep

2. Didn't even think of that one...

3. Like a stale 3 Musketeers bar ^_^

4. Didn't even think of that one...

Sad to say, and embarrassing to admit, but I don't "think" of what I'm writing as I write it - I just write. :blink:

Maybe it's good, maybe it's bad...I write what "pops" into my head AS I type...words to me are toys (as they are to Flowers (where are you?)) that I enjoy playing with. On occasion, they have a deep meaning...most of the time, they're just words. What they do to others is up to others, not me...

Not much of an endorsement for Phil as a writer, huh? :lol:

From my experience of writing and spending a lot of time with writers, the author of a poem many times is not fully aware of what he/she has written. That is the sign of a true poem, rather than a contrived poem. It came from deep within. In other words sometimes we write about something that has not yet come into our consciousness. If you look back at some of your older work you might see some of this. There is a lot to be said for free association writing. I think it is good not think about what you are writing, the judges are less likely to be there.

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From my experience of writing and spending a lot of time with writers, ...

Hmmm...

Now you're gonna' get me on a writing kick, and I swore that I'd never do that :lol:

You're right about older work, tho...I find I channel my frustrations, fears, etc. into what I write - at least on this forum. (Thanks, all, for putting up with my mania)

Non-fiction, though, THAT I have to "be in the moment" for...

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~ Here are a few of mine... they're not American Haiku {5-7-5} tho'.

I've been working on Japanese haiku,

which relies more on imagery count than syllabic.

rain drops

down a dark branch

reflection broken

hidden rabbit

listens with heart sobbing

the world is silent

whispered caress

leaves dancing on the wind

breath taken

... I know, the last one has several meanings, which Haiku shouldn't.

But it's still one of my favorites ^_^

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~ :blush: Thanx guys!

... I have more, y'know :rolleyes:

headstones broken

forgotten granite

choked by weeds

chill mist drips

from a bare branch

mud and frogs

sunlight shivers

pelicans still

above jade

vine looped

rain rhythm drops

a beat

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~ Ooo... I so enjoy the appreciation! :wub:

I feel cuddled & yummy... ^_^

Thanx so much Dearest!!!

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My measly attempt

A haiku pronounced: "Hi, Q"

Followed with a fade

It's that "fade" that's always so sad!!! :(

Love you and miss you

Connie

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~ Ooohhh! Dabby!!! :wub::wub::wub:

Love ya & miss ya ^_^

fishing in the cold

dabbling in dark water

ideals found

~

ideals found

dabbling in dark water

fishing in the cold

{Y'know I love that mirroring, Dabby! ;) }

this brightness

found within winter

an ideal

~

an ideal

found within winter

this brightness

... For you my dear friend...

I've missed your wit & wisdom, ya poop! Where've ya been?

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My measly attempt

A haiku pronounced: "Hi, Q"

Followed with a fade

It's that "fade" that's always so sad!!! :(

Love you and miss you

Connie

I haven't completely faded from existence yet, but I have been going through some quantum fluctuations recently that have had the effect of completely compressing my time dimension. Besides that, I been pretty busy, but I try to check out the forum once in a while even if I never get any further than the Bards. I do reply to any IM's or emails from the board, though.

I am flattered that you miss me, Connie. I often get the sense that no one notices when I leave the room. I'm pretty sure there's a clinical diagnosis for that syndrome, but the name of it escapes me right now. :P

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~ Ooohhh! Dabby!!!  :wub:   :wub:   :wub:

Love ya & miss ya  ^_^

fishing in the cold

dabbling in dark water

ideals found

~

ideals found

dabbling in dark water

fishing in the cold

{Y'know I love that mirroring, Dabby! ;) }

this brightness

found within winter

an ideal

~

an ideal

found within winter

this brightness

... For you my dear friend...

I've missed your wit & wisdom, ya poop! Where've ya been?

Hi, Q.

I've been right where I've always been. Where've you been? I tried to email you, but you never wrote back. I thought maybe you were mad at me. ^_^

Thanks for the poems, I hope you know I'm putting them on your page. You didn't say I couldn't, so you musta meant I could. :P

Love,

Dabby :lol:

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