Never heard "fauxku" before, but you carried it off well. Salute! I'd forgotten about that movie; remember being duly impressed; will definitely re-watch. Thanks!
LOL...fauxku is a word I created for most of the "haiku" written on the net today. It certainly does not need to be added to the forms list as so many out there are either senryu or not haiku.
Shay, this is actually a senryu. I love though that you termed it fauxku. This senryu is poignant and sad, almost bittersweet. It brings tears to think of an ending world with flowers in a jar.
The title is clever, Shay – nothing civil about concussions and dust, but how delicate and civil your poem is, those flowers in a fruit jar keeping a survivor sane.
Grand Funk's version somehow seems an apropos ambience to this fauxku. Whose ghost was riding that ICBM, singing high harmony? Steady, that's the ticket ...
What a beautiful poem so tender and sweet
ReplyDeleteNever heard "fauxku" before, but you carried it off well. Salute!
ReplyDeleteI'd forgotten about that movie; remember being duly impressed; will definitely re-watch. Thanks!
Love the fauxku, with its dust raining down on a steady hand........
ReplyDeleteFauxku ~~~ needs to be added to the official form list!
ReplyDeleteLOL...fauxku is a word I created for most of the "haiku" written on the net today. It certainly does not need to be added to the forms list as so many out there are either senryu or not haiku.
ReplyDeleteShay, this is actually a senryu. I love though that you termed it fauxku. This senryu is poignant and sad, almost bittersweet. It brings tears to think of an ending world with flowers in a jar.
ReplyDeletescent of meaning.....
ReplyDeletePerfectly framed...deftly written....many thanks for posting to the out of standard!
ReplyDeletePerfect imagery. The photo you added wasn't even needed. Your text-painting was excellent.
ReplyDeleteHow apt this is for the prompt on Real Toads.
ReplyDeleteThe title is clever, Shay – nothing civil about concussions and dust, but how delicate and civil your poem is, those flowers in a fruit jar keeping a survivor sane.
ReplyDeleteGrand Funk's version somehow seems an apropos ambience to this fauxku. Whose ghost was riding that ICBM, singing high harmony? Steady, that's the ticket ...
ReplyDeleteAnother sign of the apocalypse . . .
ReplyDeletethe last flower, preserved in a fruit jar... Concussions - will we forget where the flower came from? So tightly woven, this revelation...
ReplyDeleteEven for the best of prepper the supplies will eventually run out.
ReplyDeleteThere's a sweetness to this poem, despite the situation. Faux-ku is a new one for me!
ReplyDeleteA most wondrous poem in three lines.. to see the world in a grain of sand.
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