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I'm not sure if the contest presenter realizes, but the firefly is disappearing. Not just in America, you haters, but around the world. At least the scientists are on it. Next will come the politicians and judges. All the king's men and such. I'm glad I'm not considered endangered. They would ensure demise.
Inspired by the theme at
A fairy, a wisp?
Hope of a dream, a living
fancy. Going, gone?
Eyes sparkle, reflect.
Memories of mystic youth.
Devils? Angels? Bugs!?!
Eyes sparkle, reflect.
Memories of mystic youth.
Devils? Angels? Bugs!?!
I had no idea really! These past few nights our skies were alight with twinkling bugs. These are really wonderful haiku, Doom. Oh, and that would be my backyard. As a matter of fact I'm listening to that bird right now.
ReplyDeleteI am jealous. Of the night creatures... well... anyway... of the benign night creatures, these are among my favored. So magical. And a bird that sings at that time? Has to be a song bird. Yeah, you may or may not know the difference? One of my woman types tried to teach and that was one of the things I learned.
ReplyDeleteAs for the haiku itself? It's a tough crowd there. Not sure if I can make the cut but I'm trying to step it up. There are some difficulties with contests. I'm otherwise so far outside the mainstream that either (and usually) it precludes... acceptance, or I become accepted in a very misunderstood manner.
I need to find a contest in which submissions are sort of blind. No connection to the blog. Haiku Monday is different, more family like... I've sort of been adopted, as if I'm a kid from the Adams Family and my parents decided to sleep a century or something. *chuckles*
I understand. The only way I can see doing that is to post from a different account.
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Oh wow these are stunning love them!
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ReplyDeleteIf it pleases you it pleases me. *bow*
Great introduction. This is news for many!! Haiku is befitting .Loved both.
ReplyDeleteIf there is little a single creature can do, letting the cat out of the bag, prayers, and fond remembrances in poetry, I'll do that. As a being who has been dead thrice and should have been dead 9 more times... I have a thing for hope. *smiles*
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