Tuesday, July 30, 2019

when it comes to poetry form and humor, we can do Haiku



The child cries at her breast.
And the mosquito also bites
The sleeping mother


Senna

With ink-stained lips,
The boy leaves his poem
For the cool outdoors

Basho



Stillness and solitude –
Sinking into stones,
The trill of cicadas

peter yarisford

And melancholy sadness and tranquility (Sabi and Shori)



On a withered branch
A crow has settled.
Nightfall in autumn.

- Basho


no money in amy's bank account
she simply works at a hotel restaurant
surviving through water and leftover meals


-- K. d. hurley

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