thin
as paper—the clouds at year's
end
• Nothing came to me last night, and I was
tempted to date this as January 1st. I'm
within a few paragraphs of finishing my novel,
perhaps tomorrow or Sunday. Then we'll
see what else I write this coming year.
A happy New Year and best wishes for 2021.
103: December 31st 2020 | bottlecap
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Heaveno, Patrick!
Godspeed to all your pursuits in this new year. May artful thoughts and creativity reinforce themselves even strongly. This haiku, I find to be brilliant, and best wishes on nearing the completion of your novel.
From a reader novum in 2020
.˙ )
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Thanks Kushagra, and godspeed to your pursuits as well. :)
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I like this haiku too. I’ve been somewhat dull lately but it got me thinking…
Origami
Weather, clouds in shapes of
Paper
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It’s the dark. The next couple weeks in Vermont, though, look sunny and bright.
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Believe it or not your short response inspired me to write this in one sitting. Thanks!
Poem by a Washed Out Astronaut in January
This is the season
Of maximum dynamic pressure
Of short cold days
And only light for funerals.
“Throttle down,” says control.
But hell I’m still a boy;
It’s only disembodied Fate
That cleared the pad at birth
Or accelerates with height:
“So you Roger this, Control!
Not my choice, nor yours!”
“And keep your hand away from that abort switch!”
“Why…why…what’s with you
Control? I was only dropping our swing
Ladder down from old Fort Oak because…
Because…it’s snowed
To shake it off a bit
Or would you rather slip
And fall? I say, I say,
I saved that broken arm!
Or don’t you remember
The name of our tree house?
Or don’t you remember
Us playing war?
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