icy leaves hiding
watery drops seek the ground
winter rainfall gift
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(kigo words italicized)
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winter’s fallen leaves
competing nandin berries
soon snow will cover
reds begin to disappear
cold whitened vines now bending
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Fleeting Autumn, haiga vs. photo-ku
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(Seox poem form)
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #010
Life is hectic, Sara thought, approaching the mall. If I shopped ahead of time I wouldn’t be facing this chaos. Christmas had become difficult now everyone was an adult. No playing with toys on displays seeing what little ones might like, or outfits for small children. Now it’s all tech gadgets Sarah didn’t know how to use, or care to, really. She missed the earlier times. A shopping trip used to be an outlet, a fun activity, now just a chore. Sara stepped to cross the street and was almost run down by a scooter. A sign of the times.
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Can You Tell A Story In…
A big Newfoundland that rescues people.
None.
Yes, but would not recommend it.
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Get to Know You #43
holiday time, politics, more
try to remain calm is a chore
concentrate on what you adore
realize the beauty of it around you
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Ovi Poetry Challenge 76: CALM is your inspiration.
I suppose we oldsters are to be envied
Not herding children that are frenzied
Christmas and all the rush
Everyone thinking that they must
Do all they think is required
All the actions get mired
Into one big holiday frenzy
Not anything I envy
But there is that nostalgia thing
Where school choirs did sing
Plays and performances cute
I do miss them, no dispute
It’s just not the same without them
I better quit before I’m glum
I still love Christmas to come
Shopping can make me go numb
But all in all I love these days
Observing is now my way.
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Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Frenzied
Chaos
Hurrying
Reindeer?
Icy roads
Stocking stuffing
Tree choosing
Mistletoe kisses
Angels made in snow
Sparkling lighted trees
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Writing Prompts
One-Liner Wednesday – Gasp!
Oh there he goes again, thinking he won’t change
I have tried to tell him you have to go with the main
Ever since the year 3000
When everything changed
The human body that he was
No longer remains.
I know it was hard to accept
But what am I to do?
I’m just his constant companion
To ease him through
I can’t help it if I am metal
I can’t help it if I am cold
I can’t help it if he hates it
That he is getting old
His body needs to adapt
Into a form like me
He’s resisting every minute
I can’t blame him, really
The old days when humans walked the Earth at will
Those are gone, and now we robots will be forever—still
It does seem heartbreaking at times
You know, I do have feelings some
But all of these future advantages
Will soon become
The norm for you humans
You just have to accept
That human bodies
Are basically inept.
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Poetics: Diving into the genre of Sci-Fi Poetry
The Bag Lady 
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