Contrast – haiku by Dennis Allen Lange

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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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Three Miscellaneous Haiku by Dennis Lange

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 by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

   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 Things by Julia A. Fletcher

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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