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Suggested prompt...
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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:
CRANE
David Carradine
The Kung Fu master has died
Crane flies into sky
Bravo Bobbi!!!!!
strong wings beat smoothly
against the air -- traveling
home for the season.
Rippling through the air
bird of flight moves with intent
perch awaits descent.
Ack, I cannae resist haiku!
So, here goes:
My, my, Mister Crane,
I can't help but admire
The size of your soul.
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!
Flying crane above
Don't drop your stinkin' feces
On my freshly washed car
oops, last line should be changed!
Flying crane above
Don't drop your stinkin' feces...
My freshly washed car!
Soaring high above
Wings flapping to reach new heights
Peeking at heaven
Crane's Roost is flooded
Fly away and bring back news
Of happier days...
Grain fields beckon me,
North to south and back again.
Why? I do not know.
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