#napowrimo - April 14, 2013
Today -- a haiku for your reading pleasure.
Today -- a haiku for your reading pleasure.
Concupiscence lives
Inside the sepulcher of
The abandoned heart.
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“Some men see things as they are
and ask why.
I dream things that never were,
and ask, why not?”
― Robert F. Kennedy
(borrowing a George Bernard Shaw quotation)
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- Thirty Days
- I miei primi studenti
- "Yes"
- The Agony of Coats
- Alfred Noyes “The Highwayman”
- Seasons of Change
- Semester's End
- Twenty Third Day
- Idaho is not Midwest
- Consequences
- Escape
- Day of Silence
- Orlando
- Article Nine
- The Paintbrush
- Crossing -- A concrete poem
- Concupiscence
- My Grandmother's Bed
- To my students...
- Tanka poem
- Move On!
- The Colorado Zephyr
- Ottava Rima
- Father's Hand
- "A Poetic Adventure"
- Grandkids - a cinquain poem
- Attraction (D&C 84:45)
- I Knew It from the Start
- Window Stains
- Rehearsals
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