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Where the Water Runs, A Deliberate Haiku

 


Where the water runs
chasing wilder hunts, more slip
there the dark dirt sits.

Immediately confessing to being a twit. Last week was pretty much a washout thanks to a stomach bug and, yeah, just glad to be posting. Still, I'm a total twit. 

-- Chrissa

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  1. HelenJuly 25, 2021 at 6:15 PM

    Twit? You? Not a chance, the poetry you shared proves otherwise.

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  2. JimJuly 25, 2021 at 11:27 PM

    You ain't no twit
    Never heard you giggle
    Sun sets on frogs
    ..

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  3. FireblossomJuly 26, 2021 at 3:25 AM

    Et tu, Chrissa?

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  4. hedgewitchJuly 26, 2021 at 7:17 AM

    Despite the risk of Shay scorning me forever, I have to say I enjoy the occasional *well-written* haiku, which this is. It's excellent. Sadly, the form is probably the most abused one out there. But no twit could have written this one.

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  5. Carrie Van HornJuly 26, 2021 at 7:26 AM

    Your lines are evocative and bring much to think on in such a few words. Also, you are as far from being a twit as I am from winning a marathon or a beauty pageant. You are one of the most brilliant poets I know my friend! Never forget it!!!! <3

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  6. indybevJuly 26, 2021 at 7:38 AM

    I'm convinced you don't qualify for twitdom!

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  7. Gillena CoxJuly 27, 2021 at 12:50 PM

    I hear the thunder of hoof and see the shifting earth. This is very very evocative. Bravo.
    Thanks for dropping by my blog

    Much💜love

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  8. qbitJuly 27, 2021 at 5:13 PM

    This is excellent.

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  9. purplepeninportland.comJuly 27, 2021 at 6:04 PM

    No twit, you. I love this!

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