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[anonymous - disguised hand]

Dec 30, 2009 11:18

The evening chill
Causes me to fold my fan
Longing for spring birds.

okita, *day 46

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tostepforward December 30 2009, 20:22:22 UTC

The children's laughter
Startled the birds into flight -
They now block my path.

notachick December 31 2009, 00:02:31 UTC

The birds' scattered flight
Causes us both confusion;
And we fall behind.

alwayscomesback December 31 2009, 02:47:16 UTC

There's lots of this kind of stuff on here, huh?

Birds... [thoughtful pentaps] Oh, I know!

There's this guy I know
He can fly just like birds do
It's kind of freaky

[OP anon] notachick December 31 2009, 04:44:18 UTC

Yes, it certainly seems that way. Poetry is a good outlet for one's emotions.

A man I once knew
He trapped birds using honey
And women with song.

Re: [OP anon] alwayscomesback December 31 2009, 06:10:07 UTC

Poetry? You mean that's what this i-- I thought that stuff had to rhyme?

I wouldn't do that
Because they'd both screech at you
I can't sing either

[OP anon] notachick December 31 2009, 06:28:31 UTC

Only in Western poetry. This is from the East.

Then perhaps for you
A better weapon than song
Would be your humor.

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