Category: Haikuish Objects

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The gray took a break.
The clouds scudded off eastward,
to rest weary souls.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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When I'm old, I pray
that I will not blame others
for my own failures.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Problematic maps
occupied the waking dreams
of damp artistry.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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And it came to pass,
that the bees saw the flowers
and did what bees do.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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No words for the stones.
No words for the resting trees.
No words for the clouds.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I dreamed that it snowed.
People laughed at my distress.
But I had to cope.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The dreams solve nothing.
They pile up some fraught symbols
and leave me anxious.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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A few carrots sprout
but the lettuce, radishes,
prefer not growing.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The house made of trash:
I lived there like a prophet.
That was a strange dream.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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And the tree refused.
It had its plans: chose to die.
It was just a stick.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Admitting mistakes
is necessary but hard.
Shame sticks in your throat.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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This protagonist
suffers subjectivity
till the story's end.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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This one bird made noise,
so some other birds did too,
until it was loud.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The treehouse's thing
is a lack of right angles.
This is hard to solve.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I woke too early
but there was light in the east,
so I went with it.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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If I get lucky
I manage to fall asleep,
having woke early.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I awoke, and found
the blog server had gone down.
I'd ceased to exist.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The meanings spread out,
like cracks in glass, diffusing
across people's brains.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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A minimalist,
I wrote down a few short words
and one less short word.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I was a small cloud,
drifting across a pale sky.
The sun was shining.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I was stuck in mud.
But then a dog attacked me.
She chewed on her stick.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I was some water,
settling in among the rocks.
The earth pulled me down.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Now I was a seed
The dirt was all around me
I wanted to grow

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I'll pretend I know
how to be a sprouting tree
but really I don't.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I can't make haiku
that seem to be at all new
so here's a stale one.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I've failed to avoid
a minimalist approach
to staying alive.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Then I walked the dog,
and there was a lot of wind.
The rain changed to snow.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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A terrible dream:
I couldn't find any bus
and lost my passport.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I was a cold fish:
there under the dock, drifting,
I tasted the sea.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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"Is there enough rain?"
they asked, and the clouds answered,
"We cannot comment."

– a pseudo-haiku.

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A small bird appeared.
It hopped along, branch to branch.
It warily watched.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I poked the bear's eye
with a stick I had with me.
This upset the bear.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I looked down to check:
my phone's weather forecast app
had a small snowflake.

– a pseudo-haiku.