in bits
under spring gusts I catch
the brittle birdsongs
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This poem was written in response to On The Trail With Basho Encore (2) fragile twigs, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s The Cure –
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Hello! Good to see you in haikuville again! 😀
The unevenness of the lines really emphasizes the sporadic nature of the gusts — it works very well 🙂
Ah Haikuville! How I’ve missed beating a path down along your grimy, mean streets… [sorry, more of a Big Sleep influence there than was strictly necessary] 😉
Oo you’re right about the gusts – how clever! Wish I’d been aware of that as I was writing it 😛
LOL!!! Sounds familiar – every now and then you’ll point out something in a haiku and I think — “oh, awesome! too bad I can’t say I planned that!” 😉
Well, accidental or not — I enjoyed it 😀
Well, I’m glad to hear that the sense of pleased bewilderment flows in both directions, then 😀
It does, LOL!!! 😀