light dances on fields of belligerent sleep, chasing crows and hard scarecrows ...inspired by the sunlight of Ms. Susan L. Daniels... ...ok, so I can't count...eight syllables in line 2.... ...and it's not really a haiku or even a senryu... ...so sue me... ...puttin' the Po' in NaPoWriMo... ...aaww...Po' 'Ku....
I love it! You put my grumpy, pre-coffee haiku in its place 😉
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Hmmm…don’t know about that….rather liked your grumpy ‘ku right where it was….
….and those crows were dark, dark thoughts….that scarecrow was me, I think….woke up with “hard scarecrow” rolling around in my head…you gave me the perfect place to put its bony countenance…
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Thanks, JC! Getting coffee now. I feel the need for something iced this morning.
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take out the ‘of’ in line two, and the comma in line two … works for me
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Well, I’m pretty keen on the light doing the dancing and the chasing…
May try a re-write yet…
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LOL When I first read this, I thought they were belligerent SHEEP. ROFL Perhaps the crows and scarecrows colored my impression. Or I’ve been watching too many episodes of Shaun the Sheep with my son…
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Oh my…so did I. Oh …the images LoL
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Thanks J–
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That’s funny because I keep reading “sheep” too…
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Sometime in the next couple of days, I’m going to be posting a link to a blog by a neuroscientist grad student that may explain this phenomenon. Stay tuned…
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I look forward to it!
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I’ve posted it. Don’t know if you’ve seen it yet.
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Saw it. TOO cool! Short on time today — will get there before bed.
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🙂 my friend Bill calls these no-ku lol!
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or how about “funryu”…
https://aprayerlikegravity.wordpress.com/2012/12/29/acorn-senryu/
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Wow. That’s a blast from the past!!!
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Only four months but it does seem like so long ago, doesn’t it? Maybe blogging is keeping us young if we’re experiencing this stretching of time. Maybe this summer will last forever….sorry, did I just channel Annette?
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