what if the meaning of red dragonfly

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Yes, that’s right. It’s that time again. Time for found poetry consisting entirely of search terms that were used to find my blog recently.

Well? What if the meaning of red dragonfly? Then what?

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red dragonfly but out at night
what are dragonflies like, similes?long poems about morning rain

haiku on popsicle

birthday girl on the telephone
dark surrealism bicycles
garden mushrooms underneath

shine of the moon clouds

poems about everything
scissors used in poetry

cherryblossom japanliving shortstory writer

mushroom dreams sweatshirt
even mushroom tree

whistle balloon

happy girl waving goodbye

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Frozen

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After an unseasonable October snowstorm, my mother’s power has been out for three days. She shuttles back and forth between friends’ houses and the hospital where my grandfather is eking out an existence in the wake of a heart attack he didn’t tell anyone he’d had, stopping at home every so often to check on her frozen foods buried in the snow. She tells me about her friend’s maple tree, the red leaves at the height of their beauty, the white snow setting them off in unexpected fashion. I get fixated on that image and forget to listen to what she’s telling me about her plans for my future.

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low clouds
from day to day
my bookmark never moves

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Haibun Today, September 2012

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(bittersweet)

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bittersweet our talk of stamen and pistil

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Modern Haiku 43.3

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The new issue of Modern Haiku came in the mail the other day, so that was basically all anyone heard from me for the rest of the night. Among other good things there was an essay by Jim Kacian about haiku that are not three lines long.  It’s interesting to think about why three lines sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t. It’s interesting that it works so often. The question is whether it works because we make it work — because we think of ourselves as writing three-line poems — or because there is something intrinsically haiku-ish about three lines. I haven’t answered that question to my satisfaction yet.

There’s so much good stuff in Modern Haiku. I gave a little talk this week at the university here about the history of English-language haiku (which was a blast, partly because I had a great audience), and I ended up talking a lot about Modern Haiku, because you can’t talk about the history of English-language haiku without talking a lot about Modern Haiku. They’ve been around almost the same amount of time. Pretty much everything that is in English-language haiku shows up in Modern Haiku at some point.

Here’s some of what I liked the most this time around.

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morning light
the little pile of snow
before the keyhole

— Marilyn Appl Walker

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new moon
someone else will hear
my words for you

— Petar Tchouhov

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midnight
the gender gap
closed

— Dietmar Tauchner

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my home burning down in the curve of her hips autumn night

— Mike Spikes

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an oak living that long without a center

— Neil Moylan

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dead of winter
making stock
from the bones

— Jayne Miller

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in tune with its obstacles, rain

— Eve Luckring

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leaves on the river bank beginning dialysis

— Scott Glander

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dawn crows the scuffle of nomenclature

— Cherie Hunter Day

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