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Monday, April 12, 2010

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For Haiku Bones

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Stiff breeze before rain
Creaking bones of ancient men
Complaint of tall grass
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9 comments:

  1. Aayushi MehtaApril 12, 2010 at 4:07 PM

    :) Lovely!

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  2. Stan SkiApril 12, 2010 at 4:25 PM

    Thanks Aayushi; Glad you liked it.

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  3. gautami tripathyApril 12, 2010 at 8:52 PM

    Tall grass..yes!

    mystical dawn

    BTW, thanks for visiting my book blog!

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  4. John (@bookdreamer)April 13, 2010 at 3:32 AM

    Like the sensory hooks in it

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  5. Stan SkiApril 13, 2010 at 6:04 AM

    Thanks to:
    Gautami; I've been meaning to; just never got around to it.
    John: Just a thought I had, listening...

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  6. gabrielleApril 14, 2010 at 1:43 AM

    before rain, a moment of sighs.

    Enjoyed the progression-stiff, creaking, complaint-you have given a voice to faithful joints, gliding less easily.

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  7. Stan SkiApril 14, 2010 at 3:48 AM

    Thanks Gabrielle; Sometimes I feel the same way.

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  8. JimApril 16, 2010 at 11:56 AM

    I thought a bit here, the breeze vs. my one knee that creaks when my leg twists.
    I heard it yesterday at the golf course sounding like two dry bones rubbing very hard against each other. I felt the vibration but no pain to locate the source.
    ..

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  9. Stan SkiApril 16, 2010 at 1:17 PM

    Thanks Jim; Not a handicap then?

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