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Monday, September 16, 2019

civil defense


concussions rain dust
on flowers in a fruit jar
steady in my palm
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a fauxku for Out Of Standard "Gimme (Fallout) Shelter"

the image is from the movie "10 Cloverfield Lane"


17 comments:

  1. What a beautiful poem so tender and sweet

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  2. 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!

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  3. Love the fauxku, with its dust raining down on a steady hand........

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  4. Fauxku ~~~ needs to be added to the official form list!

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  5. 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.

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  6. 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.

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  7. Perfectly framed...deftly written....many thanks for posting to the out of standard!

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  8. Perfect imagery. The photo you added wasn't even needed. Your text-painting was excellent.

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  9. How apt this is for the prompt on Real Toads.

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  10. 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.

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  11. 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 ...

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  12. Another sign of the apocalypse . . .

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  13. the last flower, preserved in a fruit jar... Concussions - will we forget where the flower came from? So tightly woven, this revelation...

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  14. Even for the best of prepper the supplies will eventually run out.

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  15. There's a sweetness to this poem, despite the situation. Faux-ku is a new one for me!

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  16. A most wondrous poem in three lines.. to see the world in a grain of sand.

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