Posted in My Haiku, Special Days, tagged bard on the hill, black cat, Dennis Allen Lange, haiku, Halloween, I Wouldn't, kitty, neighbor, poems, poetry, witch, wooden on October 29, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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Wooden witch –
I wooden want her
As neighbor.
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The witch called,
“Here, kitty kitty.”
Wooden come.
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photo by Michael & Christa Richert at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mfjNVtY/witch+figurine
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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.
Posted in My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, cemetery, crosses, death, decay, Dennis Lange, gravestones, markers, mourners, one horse shay, perpetual, poems, poetry, rot, temporary, The Matching Pair, wooden on March 23, 2016| Leave a Comment »
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This time sticks, and most times stones
Raised above one’s flesh and bones.
Markers for those who are left,
O’er the one of whom bereft.
Stakes of wood will rot, decay.
Stones last longer (one horse shay).
Mourners, though, are like the wood
Cannot stay like stones will, should.
Markers, then, of wood are fine.
Mourners’ time with them align.
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photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nq1PRjw/Graveyard
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.
The Bard on the Hill 