a buddha dies
a fawn is born
his resurrection
(5/21/18 ms)
a buddha dies
a fawn is born
his resurrection
(5/21/18 ms)
Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
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Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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Domenic Garisto / LIFE IS NOT A REHERSAL,SO LIVE IT..if you can't be the poet, be the poem..havau22.com
One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
A technical comment/question, Juice: love the A-lignment…though without the final “a” each line counts four beats – or was that of lesser (or?) consequence. I find myself often (enough) with such or similar quandaries. Wax on, Wax off? Heard the newest Kkid movie less than the first two.
My contribution to the world or asteroid of free style haiku. The much revered Basho was no stickler for syllable counts.
Good to know. Now I can lop off a few offending fingers – nope: it’s the toes I use for counting during our rainy season. Eschew shoes in lieu of sturdy(ish) beach-flops which are saner since we have had four inches the past two days (at least!) and the tropical wave still has days to go before I can bask like a tired gator along the banks of Maple River (Avenue).