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sunny beach

Sunny here
By the beach and rocks.
Rainy there.

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photo by Justyna Furmanczyk at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mqyzucm/sunny+beach

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

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Ancient Mariner

Fossil fish
On fossil ocean
No motion.

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The Glowing Lantern

Beauty now.
How much more precious
In the dark.

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Time Moved On

The sundial
By the modern clock
Was eclipsed.

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Mariner – photo by Miguel Saavedra at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/1mUxi4/Fish+fossile

Lantern – photo by Miriam Wickett at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ow8q6Ou/lantern

Time – photo by Alessandro Paiva at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mq2DCxC/Sundial+3

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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   The Poet And His Songs

As the birds come in the Spring,
   We know not from where;
As the stars come at evening
   From depths of the air; 

As the rain comes from the cloud,
   And the brook from the ground;
As suddenly, low or loud,
   Out of silence a sound; 

As the grape comes to the vine,
   The fruit to the tree;
As the wind comes to the pine,
   And the tide to the sea; 

As come the white sails of ships
   O’er the ocean’s verge;
As comes the smile to the lips,
   The foam to the surge; 

So come to the Poet his songs,
   All hitherward blow
From the misty realm, that belongs
   To the vast Unknown. 

His, and not his, are the lays
   He sings; and their fame
Is his, and not his; and the praise
   And the pride of a name. 

For voices pursue him by day,
   And haunt him by night,
And he listens, and needs must obey,
   When the Angel says, “Write!”

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Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.

Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

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