Dear Gentle Reader,It's 3WW time, again.
Thank goodness.
This week (CLXIII) the words are errant, hanker, and murky.
Further, as usual, each haiku gets its very own American sentence title.
We all host dark desires, but most let them be, to slip away; thank God.murky minds harbourerrant thoughts and hanker forthings best left alone
The scene: a sweltering day, solitude, us, a creek and a blanket."I hanker for a..."She paused. Errant hormones gushed;murky hopes arose...
Lazy day out of the lawman's way; too hot to fish, too hot to work..
Errant fry dartedin the murky water. Jedhankered for moonshine.
I'll catch up on 3WWs missed another time.
Tschuess,
Chris
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Tschuess,
Chris
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16 comments:
woww..mind catchin haikus..wonderful take..:)
Wonderful use of words Chris! I like it when so much is said in so few words.
I loved this. You really have a way with words and rhythm.
very enjoyable post !! :)
Always a pleasure to see you playing in the garden of 3WW. Fine, fine pieces all. You do have a way with words, my friend.
Hello Scribe,
The music certainly adds a new dimension to your poetry. I must say that listening to the Mustachioed Women singing "Moonchild" while reading your haiku added a murky, errant "je ne sais quoi" to the poems, giving me a hankering to do all kinds of things.
I believe I can see that same trend today in your poetry. It's full of deviant desires and felonious fulminations. Are you sure they didn't do brain surgery (as well as coral polyp liposuction)? Or is this really Pommes at his nefarious best?
Have a deviantly felonious day!
Teresa
sensational haikus :)
Hey Scribe!
Nice to see that you are back... and there is more of you ;-)
Like the music. Keep it comming.
love that industrial spaghetti photo!
and your twisty whimsey as well...
Aloha, Friend!
Comfort Spiral
I am continuing to learn about American Sentences and haiku. I love it.
b
http://torristravels.blogspot.com/2009/11/judge-for-iiiww.html
Pleasure to read you, as always.
elbowing in, elbowing out
And welcome back again on the poetry train!
a winter tale
Loving the Moonchild! I've had it open in its own browser window for over a day now...ready to play, several times a day.
Wonderful explorations!
Wonderful diversity in the errant murk here, Chris. Bravo. Jed would, wouldn't he? Love all the sentences and all the "pomes," but love the second American Sentence best. That much murk and swelter, though, gotta ditch the blanket. Hopefully the clothes wuz gone already...
no better way than to spend the day than fishing... and that photo, still thinkin what is that??!!
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