Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Haiku 19/07/2016 Comments

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Helen Gaudin
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Glen Kappy 07 August 2016

with this poem the one of mine that follows comes to mind: Forecast Sun is memory of tangerine mist. Warmth of day sucked up like a vacuum into darkening autumn blue. Wind makes cold music with a flagpole and its cable— the ping ping ping a forecast to my bones.

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Helen Gaudin

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