blowing grasses;
caterpillars riding
the slender stalks.
***
a tall, striped dress;
umbrella on the porch
at night.
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on the hill across the valley:
summer continents,
you purple wildflowers!
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forgot my letter -
three times past the bullfrog
who is not singing.
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rain beginning,
moth wings knocking
at my bathroom window.
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magnolia tree;
sunhat made from
hip bees.
***
walking shoeless
past a pretty girl -
glass in my foot!
***
glomuster...
not done shucking this
summer corn.














Comments
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May God help me if I ever have to use my art...
I have two minor revisions to suggest. Somehow I feel like the second haiku would be better if you didn't use the word "woman" as you could convey it with the word "dress" alone. "the rain beginning," would sound better to me as "the beginning rain" (or something like that) as you also have an -ing verb on the next line.
It took me a while to get the third one but that one is also marvellous.
My only two small niggles are these:
The first line of the last haiku: getting dark... is out of its league with the rest of that piece.
Also hip bees is befuddling, if amusing.
However, I thinkmoth wings knocking is one of the most poignant lines of haiku I've read for ages. Hence the fave.
Interestingly, both you and =zebrazebrazebra have singled out the final one as a least favorite - which is odd, because I really like it. Perhaps it's my own associations with shucking corn that are getting in the way.
Thanks for the lovely comments
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Your humbleness is showing:
But then everything is nature!
P.S. It's not like I go around humping sod.
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Your humbleness is showing:
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May God help me if I ever have to use my art...
I actually like the last one the best. Again, it may be due to childhood memories of shucking corn, shelling peas and what-have-you.
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"We are prophets of a future not our own."
~ Oscar Romero
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"Skadoosh"
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