Showing posts with label syllables. Show all posts
Showing posts with label syllables. Show all posts

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Haiku Flu

too sad, haiku, you
have the flu & your
fevered syllables shiver



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Peckish Muse

Should Muse want to munch,
pre-lunch, on a haiku,
fix a syllable-snack


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Friday, May 4, 2018

Wrong Order

these are not the
seventeen syllables I ordered.
a refund, please



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Friday, January 30, 2015

"Exculpatory"

Not that you asked, but I like
the word exculpatory.
Its syllabation, to be more
or less precise.

The syllables make me think
of frogs croaking avidly,
singing exculpatory!
but never in unison,
for croaking is a kind of chaos,
free-form pond-jazz,
musical theater of
puffed-up slick lawyers
raising evidentiary objections to a judge:
the moon, which reflects a hidden law.

Syllables, a pond, the murky,
mucked up border between water
and land, frogs, moonlight--yes,
an excellent grouping
to host in my mammalian cranium
tonight as I scribble and scrawl
a way through
the dim light of my obscurity
to which I have been no not
syllabled but sentenced.


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