summer's last flower
thriving in dry pavement crack
butterfly descends
A contest entry
- Haiku by sheltered.
600 points, ended September 20, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Smile... all the while...
Comments
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ah poor summer, the last flower standing and it is viciously attacked by a butterfly yob - those butterflies are so mean and ugly at times, they need to lighten up and enjoy life and not be so violent.


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My most difficult haiku to write, by far, and I thank you for your appreciative comment. I spent all summer sitting on the pavement in a really tough neighborhood where illegal aliens were living and crackheads were coming and going every day. I observed the cracks in the sidewalks to see if anything would grow so I might write a haiku about it. See? It had to be a neighborhood with crackheads where I could look at cracks. It had to fit, you know? I am a perfectionist, but I can't help it. Anyways, I did get two comments on this poem. The first comment is only three words, but anyways, I did get a lot of experience looking into cracks.
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such dedication and someone casually leaves but three words, it is a disgrace, they should be ashamed of themselevs and fund your next haiku journey to compensate.
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Well, the economy is very bad worldwide so I am trying to economize on my haiku studies. I used to go to foreign locations... but now I am only looking at alleyways. I do plan to write a haiku in a lift, though. I will ride the lift one thousand times with various people and write a haiku or maybe a senyru, depending. I am going to sleep now because I can't think of much to do in the middle of the night. It's too dark to do my haiku studies. Thank you for being my main supporter.
It means a LOT TO ME!
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on my last haiku journey there was a disaster, i was half way through my haiku, which took 2 years, then an earthquake happened, i was trapped in the rubble for 3 years and had to memorise my new haiku for i had no pen.

poetic disaster
my masterpiece ruined
the pen slipped across paper
earthquake is to blame
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Of all the poets on this site, I am the person who would most appreciate your story of the difficulties of writing a good haiku and the sacrifices we make to do that. Memorizing a haiku would be the most difficult thing in the world to do, and that you did memorize yours... just proves your genius.
You know, when poets host a haiku contest, I fully think that some poets spend maybe three minutes writing their haiku, while you spent three years, plus, writing yours. You need to be rewarded somehow and the thing I am going to do is write your name in permanent marker on my forehead and anytime anybody asks me what it means, I will tell them and I will... well... I was going to say I would recite your haiku, but I know it is way too hard for me to remember, but oh well.
You know I understand, though. And you understand me, which is way more than anybody else has ever done for me.
Goodbye and goodnight and thank you.
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Very nice image.


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