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Saturday, February 23, 2019

Upon Receiving My Woodstock Chimes

Asian pear tree branch
mother of April's white blooms 
hosts brass temple bells 

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A hai...ha...hik...
A three line poem for "Season Your Poetry"

Someone activate the holo-doctor. I feel funny.
 

15 comments:

  1. Love the way you brought in all the senses in this... yet far to April still

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  2. I have witnessed a true miracle!! A haiku on Shays blog!!! It is a beautiful one Shay! I think i need to see the Dr. too cause I am still in shock! Love this so much Shay the poem is lovely and the holo-doctor made me laugh so hard at work (in the library) :-)))

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  3. Gasp... (just fell on floor) the impossible is possible.

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  4. Mos def sloth approved Shay. After I gasped at the beauty of this, I had a good laugh. You bamboozled us all fren. Thank you for this. Love you.

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  5. The world is ending. Shay wrote haiku! And so perfectly. I love it.

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  6. It's all about the sensory imagery... those bells and white petals. lovely.

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  7. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency." Then, let us ring those bells, bells, bells...

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  8. It rang my bell, Shay! Don’t choke on haiku – call it a three line poem and be damned!

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  9. So beautiful!

    Ha ha, demonstrating that you can do something so well gives you greater authority to criticise that thing.

    (But be careful. Haiku are addictive.)

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  10. So . . . the end really is near . . .

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