Wet Day

sky riddled with clouds-
they rival fog’s foam blanket
on this wet day
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ah, a travesty-
the pale blue sky reflected
in a pool of mud

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A gentle effort to write something, after reading this awe-inspiring haiku by Sogi:
ah, for coolness,
it rivals the water’s depth –
this autumn sky

Linking it up with Carpe Diem Special # 125.
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Soaking

unheeded
soaking the grass greener-
December dew

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Linking it up with Carpe Diem Special # 122

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The thoughts also become foggy just like these days sometimes. I remember such incidents which are of no significance anymore. They are smeared with the ink of the past, which one can’t change.
The dew of hope soaks the memories and dreams, making them appear brighter than they ever were or would be. This grass still grows within me, as December is passing by, and another year would soon be erased from our lifetimes.

Anm

Green

a bud reaches out

conjured by the smoke whirls-

day light blows off

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green tunnel of trees-

a boy from a passing bus

plucks a specked leaf

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An inactive spell has infiltrated my mind and my senses nowadays. And here I wrote what I saw in a memory or a dream, when it arrived at my door of current thought.

For Carpe Diem # 507 and the upcoming prompt of Heeding Haiku With HA on Wedbesday, where I talk about improvising our haiku by taking care of certain details while writing. Do not forget to visit Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie for a variety of writing prompts throughout the week,

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