this Evening Brown
is well-named; it’s sluggish
in the morning.
Evening Brown [Haiku]
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PROMPT: Outfit
Daily writing prompt
If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
T-shirt and sweatpants. Of course, I’d never be able to move back to temperate climes and would have to stay in the tropics. And if it was really one outfit (vs. many copies of the same outfit) I would probably end up going nude after a year-and-a-half or so when said outfit disintegrated into its component threads. So, I’d then have to join a religion, because holy men seem to be the only ones allowed to go buck naked out in the streets without consequence. This is starting to entail more than superficial change.
(Of course, I now notice that the prompt doesn’t say one would exclusively wear this one outfit. But then I think the question becomes meaningless because I think most people — except perhaps a few “fashion influencers” and “celebrities” (quote marks are intentional) — do wear a given outfit over and over [I know I do.])
Point is: it has to be comfortable, not restrict my range of motion, not result in me being a sweaty mess all the time, and allow me to blend.
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Red Dragonfly [Haiku]
still red dragonfly: has the autumn gotten too cold for you?
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Shy Flowers [Haiku]
Witch & Skeleton [Free Verse / Senryū]
PREMISE: Princess Takiyasha summoned a skeleton to kill a samurai. MORAL?: "Don't bring swords to a giant skeleton-ghost fight!" CONCLUSION: Yet, in settled dust, the world was less one Princess-witch.
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DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Charyn Canyon
Faun by Moonlight [Haiku]
what shenanigans goes on in milky moonlight, unseen by sleepers?
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Summer Clouds [Haiku]
thick summer clouds
look as dense as the woods
they float over.
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DAILY PHOTO: Rafting the Zambezi
Mermaid [Lyric Poem]
So many miles of coastline,
of rocky coves and outcrops.
Where none can see a straight line,
and water sloshes and slops.
Oh, might one miss a mermaid
hidden among the inlets,
so snug in stone palisade -
a lair of shells and torn nets?
If you say that you've seen one,
I'll not call you a faker.
I rather think it's great fun
to flirt with claims, wiseacre.
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