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No sound made.
Flower carillon
Chimes beauty.

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photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mhiEeiM/Bell+flower

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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 and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
 

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Loudest sound
When Muse is silent:
Tick, tick, tick.

Starting block
To end writer’s block:
A, B, C.

Write poorly,
Or just write some words.
Write something.

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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, 2016.

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….If Sandburg’s Cat Were Mine

The fog comes silently as if it were
A pensive cat on little paws.
It looks o’er harbor, town without a purr
And then moves on to warm applause.

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Sandburg’s poem can be read here:

https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/06/10/fog-by-carl-sandburg/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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English: The Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bridge...

The Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bridge in Boston, Massachusetts. It spans the Charles River. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


To The River Charles

River! That in silence windest
   Through the meadows, bright and free,
Till at length thy rest thou findest
   In the bosom of the sea!

Four long years of mingled feeling,
   Half in rest, and half in strife,
I have seen thy waters stealing
   Onward, like the stream of life. 

Thou hast taught me, Silent River!
   Many a lesson, deep and long;
Thou hast been a generous giver;
   I can give thee but a song. 

Oft in sadness and in illness,
   I have watched thy current glide,
Till the beauty of its stillness
   Overflowed me, like a tide. 

And in better hours and brighter,
   When I saw thy waters gleam,
I have felt my heart beat lighter,
   And leap onward with thy stream. 

Not for this alone I love thee,
   Nor because thy waves of blue
From celestial seas above thee
   Take their own celestial hue. 

Where yon shadowy woodlands hide thee,
   And thy waters disappear,
Friends I love have dwelt beside thee,
   And have made thy margin dear. 

More than this; – thy name reminds me
   Of three friends, all true and tried;
And that name, like magic, binds me
   Closer, closer to thy side. 

Friends my soul with joy remembers!
   How like quivering flames they start,
When I fan the living embers
   On the hearth-stone of my heart! 

‘T is for this, thou Silent River!
   That my spirit leans to thee;
Thou hast been a generous giver,
   Take this idle song from me.

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