1
Her soul-culling hymns
Whip the ether, thick as cream
Barefaced, Spring revives
2
Must I sway to tame
Your uprisings, puppeteer
Sigh, of unjust sighs
Does heaven answer the pangs
Of our marrow or do we
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For
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/04/08/heeding-haiku-with-ha-dreaming-in-gold/
I struggle immensely with syllable based writing styles and lately more so
I am running out
Of oxygen to restrain.
Winter even though
Inundated refuses
To open her spiteful fist.
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I have completely forgotten how to write tanka and haiku (I felt like an eel trying to describe a pair of pants)! There is a saying in reference to Sweden “Winter is always coming” and I believe it. Every year I feel I wait and wait for Spring to start (it seems I wait until it is technically summer lol). Though not true, from my perspective and my experience of being born to a significantly warmer climate Sweden seems to have 2 seasons. Winter which is 9 months and embodies (Winter, Autumn, and Spring) and Spring (which is what they refer to as Summer). I am trying not to hold my breath in anticipation of warmer weather but I am so eager for it.
For
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/03/25/heeding-haiku-with-ha-spring/
1
Cast off stilettos,
A star-crossed stumble
Through an open flame
2
Sunlight streams
Through the cracks
Of my slackening fist
3
A mirror, in revulsion, cracks
To whom should I address
My questions now?
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I wanted to do more and may later but I am struggling to find my words at the moment. I am inspired to write and stuck at the same time, just too much competition in my head!
For
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/01/28/heeding-haiku-with-ha-jack-kerouac/
My listless veins crack
Like a beldams’ looking glass
Malevolent frost,
Depression grapples the panes
Eclipses seasonal cheer
I have been searching
For a merciful heartache
A way to divert
The air from my unclad wounds
But it’s I who am deceived
Submission for Heeding Haiku with HA
For more on the subject How Sweet the Vinegar!
Vladimir Fedotko
Perhaps it was I
Who digressed from sentiment
Having held my heart
As more mishap than merit
Time sans ally, knows no end
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I still haven’t gotten out of my writing funk =(
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