Lurking in the background
just beyond my sight
is a shadowy presence
evokes in me much fright
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will darkness creep still slowly?
passing through the gate
what is it dark is holding?
I gasp at what’s at stake
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Please bar the door – protect us
do not unleash the beast
can’t you hear it gnashing
thinking me its feast?
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Lurking in the background
just beyond my sight
is a shadowy presence
will I last the night?
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The fear you have evoked in this poem is palpable! This would definitely be my worst kind of nightmare.
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Glad the words can evoke that. The funny thing – the mysterious beast in the background was a peacock
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Oh I loved this–Mary is right–the feel is visceral —
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Last weekend my dahtegur and 2 of the grandsons went to the cabin for the clam tides. They were evening digs this time and we got to the cabin just in time to unload everything, get a fire going and be ready to leave for the dig. The weather couldn’t have been more perfect, only slight wind and even though it was cold the sun was welcome. The surf was low and more playful than serious for an ocean beach. It is my job to find the holes while the others dig. While I went about the hunt I thought about the harvest and what we would enjoy from it. We got our 4 limits in less than an hour. Once we were back to a warm cabin it was time for dinner and a couple of movies.Gentle breezeOver frolicking wavesClam chowderThe next morning we planned our day with a walk to the docks, another movie and be loaded up and locked down to head to the beach late afternoon for the next dig and leave for home right from the beach. The weather was even better this second day and again we found an abundance of holes to dig. Before we were limited I had everyone stop to watch the flaming winter sun as it dropped beyond the horizon and spread itself over the water, just as the last clam was dropped into the bag. Oh, the richness of treasures nature has to show if we but just take notice.Liquid sunPours into the seaHeading home
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Sharp thinking! Thanks for the answer.
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Not bad at all fellas and gallas. Thanks.
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, it can be 3-5-3 or 5-7-5 if you want a structure to it, but not alywas needed to stick to it.You’re right, here at the Heights, we do see people doing two or more 3 line stanzas. I still prefer a single one, as I find it in spirit of haiku, but I don’t object as long as it’s under 17 syllables most stanzas. 🙂 If I do find it too much, I would inform and then remove the link from the Inlinkz widget.
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