DAILY PHOTO: Uttari Betta
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Survivor [Free Verse]
What a thing to return from war --
a survivor --
To find that so little has survived:
Not the grass, nor garden,
Not the roof, nor lintels...
The homestead, an overgrown ruin:
Like a remnant of a once great
Civilization that was one's
Peace of mind.
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Lily Pad [Haiku]
lily pad sprawl:
herons march, beak-down,
on the shifting surface.
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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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DAILY PHOTO: Tbilisi Balconies
“Swordsman” by Jia Dao [w/ Audio]
Ten years honing this fine blade,
And it has not drawn blood.
Now, you'll see of what we're made:
Who, wronged, is owed in blood?
The Original: 劍客: 十年磨一劍, 霜刃未曾試. 今日把示君, 誰有不平事.
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Vortex Drop [Tanka]
drifting toward falls,
a leaf twists & pivots
-- as if frantically --
as if to avoid the fall,
then slips over & glides.
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DAILY PHOTO: The Crescent Hotel, Baku
NOTE: Supposedly, the crescent-shaped building is not occupied. The initial build was apparently structurally unsound, and they have been working to retrofit a solution.
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Withered Beauty [Haiku]
petals curling,
the flower will not yield
beauty at the core.
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“The Rainy Day” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [w/ Audio]
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
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