Old tartan blanket,
once used for picnics and lust,
keeps his stiff knees warm.
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Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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Love this Sarah – a whole lifetime in a few words and the way life changes.
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Thanks, Andrea:-)
It’s no wonder that old people get nostalgic about certain possessions that might seem of little value to an outsider.
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Wonderfully nostalgic, Sarah. 🙂
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Shows my age, if I’m getting nostalgic about an ol blanket!
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Very good haiku, old blanket finds new use. It’s not easy to pack clever meaning into three short lines, 5-7-5…
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Thanks, Lindy 🙂
I’ve found that the careful choice of words required to write a haiku has helped me apply greater discipline to my prose writing. It’s also a therapeutic breather from working on a novel. One minute I’m scribing with great intensity upon my ever-expanding tome, then I take a little break and write a miniature in three lines.
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An absolutely brilliant one this Sarah!!
How things change…
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Indeed they do — new wine, turned mature!
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Perfection! I don’t know how you can pack a whole lifetime so eloquently into seventeen syllables, Sarah!
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Sarah, this one is stunning. A whole life in three lines.
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Thank you, so much, Inese. I’m thrilled that you thought it stunning 🙂 x
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Yes, it is perfect.
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