by Kitty Boots
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The first three lines seem a perfect haiku.
Nice but I thought I'd try an edit:
geese fly in a v smudge a vacant sky a hollow afternoon
a dischordant song echoes in the backwash muddying the water.
A gem.
*, Kitty. Excellent close.
Agree with Samuel's edits.*
The bleak, noirish feel is masterfully done. I can hear Brando above the squealing gulls: I coulda been a contendah!
Got it.*
Thank you, David, Samuel, Gary, David, Amanda, Matt and Tim for your comments and your suggestions. Much appreciated.
Evoked a feeling of being slightly buzzed on an iron-gray day, enjoying fuzzy isolation while the rest of the world is somewhere else.
This is so lovely and perfect! I liked SDR's edit.
Thank you, Adam and Rachna!
The first three lines seem a perfect haiku.
Nice but I thought I'd try an edit:
geese fly in a v
smudge a vacant sky
a hollow afternoon
a dischordant song
echoes in the backwash
muddying the water.
A gem.
*, Kitty. Excellent close.
Agree with Samuel's edits.*
The bleak, noirish feel is masterfully done. I can hear Brando above the squealing gulls: I coulda been a contendah!
Got it.*
Thank you, David, Samuel, Gary, David, Amanda, Matt and Tim for your comments and your suggestions. Much appreciated.
Evoked a feeling of being slightly buzzed on an iron-gray day, enjoying fuzzy isolation while the rest of the world is somewhere else.
This is so lovely and perfect! I liked SDR's edit.
Thank you, Adam and Rachna!