Haiku, Senryu, and an occasional Haibun or Cinquain
February makes me shiver . . . Keep 'em coming. Repeat the repeats!
Makes me think of the tumbled-down cabins in the ghost towns spotted around Idaho - "shattered bones" is an excellent phrase and very descriptive. Superb, my friend.
I imagine a lonely cabin. no one to share crackling flames frizzle Adelaide
Adelaide, I thank you!in times firememories light your flamesthe warmth lingersGwilym and Warren, I truly thank you for your knowing comments_! _m
I can picture the rustic old cabin _m and feel it's loneliness.Beautiful haiku.
Reading this haiku I feel my bones frozen.
To you my thanks, JFM and DD_! Smiles. _m
I can see the old cabin in my mind's eye...and the broken tea cup within it, still resting on the table.Aah, the tales it could tell!Wonderfully evocative, Doug...always such a pleasure to visit!😊😊Have a fabulous weekend.
... and now, we see a 'lit' candle on that dusty table; a pile of thanks to you "Y" for your new and nifty vision_! _m
old logssleep with memoriesa white blanket
again beautifully said and such a warm image to think of.
Well warm isn't the right word....but even with shattered bones - to me a cabin always brings up cozy - cozy memories from times past.
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