stevenixon, to poetry
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North winds howl and blow
Snowflakes dance in frosted air
Winter's icy grip

It's been a while, but I'm back on the haikus!

- North






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ash, to bookstodon
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This poem by Grigory Pozhenyan (1922–2005) later became a great song by Mikael Tariverdiev:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNfo3rZN7Rk

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MarjoleinRotsteeg, to poetry Dutch
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the last rose
defies rain, hail, and snow
lavender dream fades

This evocative name of this rose is 'lavender dream'.






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haikushack, to poetry
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Sixku 51

https://creativeramblings.com/poetry/sixku-51/

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haikushack, to poetry
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Sixku 51

https://creativeramblings.com/poetry/sixku-51/

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w0dz, to poetry
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this citrus thing
that brightens up my breakfast table
its pockmarked skin so easily detached
like old indulgent sin
has changed - what was sweet
becomes pungent bile
since there upon the product label
this fruit was plucked from stolen lands
its flesh a sacrament of children
we see them fall on distant shores
i cannot swallow
any more

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James Tate
(1943–2015)

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https://books.google.co.il/books?id=aLzYEAAAQBAJ

mation on it as yet.” I noticed that he was about to cry. “Well, thanks,” I said. My stomach was sinking. I was certain to be late to work. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to drive on, to see what was out there, and part of me wanted to turn back, though I wasn’t certain of what I would find there. So I drove on for miles and miles, the sand dunes shifting and stirring, and the occasional hawk or buzzard circling overhead. Then the road disappeared, and I was forced to stop, and looked behind me, but that road, too, was gone, blown over by sand in a few seconds. I got out of the car, glad that I had some water with me. I looked around, and it was all the same. Nothing made any sense. I tried to call Harvey at the office on my cell phone. I couldn’t believe when he answered. “Harvey, it’s Carl. 'm out here in this new place. It’s all sand, and there are no roads,” I said. “We’ll come get you,” he said. “But I don’t know where I am, I mean, I don’t even know if it exists,” I said. “Don’t be ridiculous, Carl, of course it exists. Just look around and give me something to go by,” he said. “There’s nothing here. Oh, there was a tunnel some miles back, and a policeman leaning up against his motorcycle. That’s the last thing I saw,” I said.
“Was it the old Larchmont tunnel?” he said. “I don’t know, it could have been. I was lost already,” I said. “Okay, I'm going to come get you. Just stay put,” he said. I waited and waited. And then I just started walking. I know I wasn’t supposed to, but I was restless and hoped I might find a way out. I had lost sight of my car and had no idea where I was. The sun was blinding me and I couldn’t think straight. I barely knew who I was. And, then, as if by miracle, I heard Harvey’s voice call my name. I looked around and couldn’t see him. “Carl, Carl, I'm here,” he said. And I still couldn’t see him. “We’ve fallen off. We're in the fallen off zone,” he said. “What? What does that mean?” I said. “We’ve separated. It may be temporary. It’s too soon to tell,” he said. “But where are we. We must be in some relation to something,” I said. “I think we’re parallel,” he said. “Parallel to what?” I said. “Parallel to everything that matters,” he said. “Then that’s good,” I said. I still couldn’t see him, and night was coming on. It was a parallel night, much like the other, and that was some comfort, cold comfort, as they like to say.

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"In this illustrated lecture, Andrew George, author of a prize-winning translation of the Epic of Gilgamesh, explores four themes related to this Babylonian masterpiece: the archaeology of the poem’s recovery, the reconstruction of its text, the story it tells, and its messages about life and death." https://youtu.be/Rd7MrGy_tEg #Youtube #Video #Lecture #Babylon #Poem #Poetry #Mesopotamia #Cuneiform #Archaeology @archaeodons

MarjoleinRotsteeg, to poetry Dutch
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Halloween masks
I wonder who's showing
their true face

- mask








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MarjoleinRotsteeg, to poetry Dutch
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leaves turn amber
the pinnacle
of autum

- amber





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stevenixon, to poetry
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A shadow in the night
Heart pounds with chilling fright
The unknown awaits

- fright






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stevenixon, to poetry
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Maudlin moonbeams weep
On a tear-stained autumn night
A lonely serenade

- maudlin






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MarjoleinRotsteeg, to poetry Dutch
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to commemmorate
no grave, but forever
a place my heart

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MarjoleinRotsteeg, to poetry Dutch
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Hello lovers of haiku,
you have until the end of the year to nominate 2 published(ie in a (web)magazine, book or anthology etc) haiku (max 1 of your own) fo the 2023 Touchstone Award. Details:👇🏽

https://thehaikufoundation.org/its-time-to-nominate-poems-for-the-2023-touchstone-award/

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