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Monday, June 8, 2009

The Crane


Photo by Lorelei
Visit her photo gallery at - http://www.pbase.com/birdseye
and her blog at - http://www.westcoastwriters.blogspot.com/
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Suggested prompt...
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Offer a haiku for a crane.
Haiku is a poem consisting of three lines of 5-7-5 syllables each.
(Reminder that all prompts are just suggestions,
if you find another kind of poem or a story is inspired
by this image do not hesitate to offer your creativity that way.)


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Rippling through the air
bird of flight moves with intent
perch awaits descent.

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11 comments:

...... Bobbi said...

CRANE

David Carradine
The Kung Fu master has died
Crane flies into sky

Cynthia said...

Bravo Bobbi!!!!!

morganna said...

strong wings beat smoothly
against the air -- traveling
home for the season.

septembermom said...

Rippling through the air
bird of flight moves with intent
perch awaits descent.

Marc said...

Ack, I cannae resist haiku!

So, here goes:

My, my, Mister Crane,
I can't help but admire
The size of your soul.

Simply Heather said...

I saw him standing there
So still and unaware of my presence
Because he was not real


This isn't my best...but I shall shre the reason why on my blog. You're sure to giggle!

June Freaking Cleaver said...

Flying crane above
Don't drop your stinkin' feces
On my freshly washed car

June Freaking Cleaver said...

oops, last line should be changed!

Flying crane above
Don't drop your stinkin' feces...
My freshly washed car!

RCUBEs said...

Soaring high above
Wings flapping to reach new heights
Peeking at heaven

Cynthia said...

Crane's Roost is flooded
Fly away and bring back news
Of happier days...

Stu Pidasso said...

Grain fields beckon me,
North to south and back again.
Why? I do not know.