Daily Archives: June 5, 2018

HAIKU: IN SEARCH OF HAIKU – REPRISE

Originally posted on The Reluctant Poet:
By Charles Robert Lindholm With pen and paper I am patiently waiting to capture Haiku   Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

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Trace the Edges

Originally posted on TANYA CLIFF:
I lie in the grass like I did as a child and look up to the sky trace my fingers along the edges of the clouds drifting by – a ship with tall sails cuts…

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36 — ELLEGUYENCE

If you ask me if I’m fluent, I’d say I’m fluent in a rhetoric that wasn’t on my mother’s tongue. This city is filled with immigrant hearts those in search of kinder faces. A woman once asked me where the … Continue reading

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36 — ELLEGUYENCE

If you ask me if I’m fluent, I’d say I’m fluent in a rhetoric that wasn’t on my mother’s tongue. This city is filled with immigrant hearts those in search of kinder faces. A woman once asked me where the … Continue reading

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davidbrucehaiku: regret

https://pixabay.com/en/cemetery-military-cemetery-graves-3378201/ *** REGRET *** What do you regret? Can you correct your regret? How will you sleep well? *** Free davidbrucehaiku eBooks (pdfs) https://davidbruceblog.wordpress.com/patreon/ Free eBooks by David Bruce (pdfs) https://davidbruceblog.wordpress.com/about-the-blogger/

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David Bruce: William Shakespeare’s Hamlet: A Retelling in Prose — Act 1, Scene 3

— 1.3 — Laertes and Ophelia were in a room of Polonius’ house. Laertes was preparing to return to France, and they were saying their goodbyes to each other. “My luggage is on board ship,” Laertes said. “Farewell. And, sister, … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: Aner Clute and Lucius Atherton and Homer Clapp (Spoon River Anthology)

Aner Clute OVER and over they used to ask me, While buying the wine or the beer, In Peoria first, and later in Chicago, Denver, Frisco, New York, wherever I lived How I happened to lead the life, And what … Continue reading

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