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Monday, May 25, 2015

in hushed silence

Carpe Diem #741 wrapped in a straw mat

Man, the world is full of mixed messages.  Are we writing about Basho's 'straw mat' or  Moritake's 'a fallen blossom'?  Is one to speak of winter's bleakness covering the hope of spring blooms?  Or is there to be a twist or joke in the haiku?  Some days nothing makes sense.  Nothing comes together.  The bath tub will not drain.  Or the battery is dead.  The brain is functioning more like a mouse lacking olfactory function looking for cheese in a maze.  One begins to feel as if sanity is leaking out of the corners of one's eyes.  To keep writing, one just lets the words tumble onto the keyboard....

in hushed silence
standing on the rubble heap
a dusty dove preens

©  Janice Adcock

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 


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