lily pad sprawl:
herons march, beak-down,
on the shifting surface.
Lily Pad [Haiku]
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PROMPT: Dinner
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
It would need to be someone who wouldn’t be put off or demoralized by my primitive cooking skills. So, not anyone particularly fancy or famous.
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Heron [Haiku]
a perched heron
watches ripples of its
last attempt fade.
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“Raven at Dusk” by Matsuo Bashō [w/ Audio]
DAILY PHOTO: Temple, Church, & Goats in Halasuru
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PROMPT: Harmony
What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?
The need for the world to be a certain sort of way.
It’s the only thing I can think of that letting go of would contribute to increased harmony.
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DAILY PHOTO: Hill Stairway
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Post Crow [Haiku]
crow on a post,
on rocky desolate ground;
waves lap ashore.
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“Autumn” by Amy Lowell [w/ Audio]
All day I have watched the purple vine leaves
Fall into the water.
And now in the moonlight they still fall,
But each leaf is fringed with silver.
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“Scorn not the Sonnet” by William Wordsworth [w/ Audio]
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody
Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound;
A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound;
With it Camöens soothed an exile's grief;
The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf
Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned
His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp,
It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land
To struggle through dark ways, and, when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains -- alas, too few!
Tiger Riding for Beginners 