The Wasteland - haiku

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 Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge is a new one for me.  In school I was taught “traditional haiku,” where a season was just suggested using "season words," but not specifically mentioned by name.  So, I am breaking those “rules” here, and yes, it bothers me a bit, even 45 years later.  Wow… 45 years.  Mrs. Buckette would be proud her lessons stuck!

https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/19/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-328-dust-weed/

 Here's my take for #328, using the words "dust" and "weed."

 

No rain in four months

The Drought lasts all Summer long

Just Weed, Dust, and Death

 ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

 


 

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  1. Gillena CoxOctober 25, 2020 at 9:03 AM

    Nice one Lisa
    Happy Sunday, thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today

    Much💛love

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  2. Ronovan WritesOctober 25, 2020 at 7:20 PM

    Nice. More and more I've been trying to lean toward the seasons with my haiku, and even make the prompt words a bit more season friendly.

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    1. LisaOctober 27, 2020 at 12:34 PM

      It's just my old fashioned way! I feel all the older realizing it was 45 years ago I took that first poetry class. The teacher retired and went on to write and publish some interesting novels. She's still living in Northern CA as far as I can tell online.

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