a final farewell
at the parting of the paths
a weeping willow

-o0o-

a full moon tonight
but why must you come and go?
we poets need you

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in the bus shelter
rain on the roof silences
the gossiping pair

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for the old woman
alone now - the sky is not 
as blue as it was

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the children intrigued
just a slight eye movement - yes,
the penguin is real

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a burst water main -
the huge white fountain rises
sparkling in the sun


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despite my efforts
daisies and dandelions
dominate the lawn

-o0o-

this verse has three lines

and seventeen syllables -

is it a haiku?

-o0o-

searching in vain for

seventeen syllables in 

three lines - haijin’s block

A haijin is a writer of haiku.

-o0o-

I sympathise with John Cooper Clarke the punk poet from Salford who produced the following -

writing a poem

in seventeen syllables

is very diffic

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ah, tranqillity/penetrating the very rock/a cicada's voice
MATSUO BASHO

[cicada - an insect that has transparent wings and a stout body and the males of which make a loud buzzing noise]

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