Blogging · challenge · poetry · short Crayola haïku… March 21, 2018March 21, 2018 Cyranny On that fateful night, Color leaked out of my life… Turning to sepia. Inspired by Tourmaline’s CYW Challenge Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like Loading...
I don’t think so. But if it is a duel then I lay down my sword. Not my sword, actually. My semi-automatic high calibre rifle. I’m a card carrying member of the NRA, let’s not forget. LikeLiked by 1 person
Something you should understand ….. Obsessed with diction Brutus is just a fiction Prone to addiction LikeLike
‘Thaught’ ….. I shall try to get to get my head around that concept in my dreams. LikeLiked by 1 person
(Green and gold are the official Australian colours – fairly horrible combination, actually) I am already old, of course. But I can lie for art. LikeLiked by 1 person
Or …. The colour of life Cold sepia through the lens But blinding without LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
🙂 My French roots are catching up with me… hehehehe I see the play of word, but I have to say I don’t get the exact meaning… Can you help me? 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Cyranny's Cove 
divine 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 xx
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🙂
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Brava
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Thank you, dear Bag Lady 🙂 xx
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Life. Not black not white
Sepia it seems by night
Grey by morning light
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Life is black and white.
A simple matter of fact.
Live with it or die.
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So now it’s a haiku duel?
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Tipsy Haïku, yes 😉
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Life is black and blue
Bruises of love come from you
To that love be true
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I’ve had too much wine.. you win without a doubt 🙂 I can try, but I doubt I can top this…
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I don’t think so. But if it is a duel then I lay down my sword.
Not my sword, actually. My semi-automatic high calibre rifle. I’m a card carrying member of the NRA, let’s not forget.
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Love is green and gold
Come live with me and be bold
Before I am old
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Old, just a concept
Join me we so can find out
Just how young you are!
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My old heart beating
Suddenly fast. No breath.
Love me to the death
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I may have had a couple of glasses myself.
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Something you should understand …..
Obsessed with diction
Brutus is just a fiction
Prone to addiction
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Don’t worry… I am used to fiction. Someone else thaught me about it.
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‘Thaught’ ….. I shall try to get to get my head around that concept in my dreams.
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we might meet there… maybe…
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Then I apologise in advance (and in absentia) for my snoring.
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(Green and gold are the official Australian colours – fairly horrible combination, actually) I am already old, of course. But I can lie for art.
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Or ….
The colour of life
Cold sepia through the lens
But blinding without
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Hmmmm …. change that last line ….
Blinding fire without
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I have to go to sleep… I think we can say you win this round 😉
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lovely xo
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Thank you 🙂 xx
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Crayola will “wax” lyrical about that one.
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🙂 My French roots are catching up with me… hehehehe I see the play of word, but I have to say I don’t get the exact meaning… Can you help me? 🙂
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