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commuting through greenvalleys,
our glazed eyes blind to
flowers and blue sky
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I have been flamed in the past by purists who archly inform that my haiku are not haiku. yes, they are; they're mine.
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Japanese structure, not context
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Japanese structure, not context
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haiku form in structure only, not context
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missed connections, misunderstandings
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loss of a sibling. She was a difficult woman, a difficult child, a wildling teenager, a thorn in my family's side from her birth.
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memory of dashed dreams. when I was growing up, life/career choices were limited for women, regardless of IQ, grades, talents.
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just a thought on how things turn out
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we use words so thoughtlessly. we need to remember the meanings. don't dilute your joy or sorrow with careless word use.
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