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Write a series of haikus about the view from your window.
Haikus have a 3-line syllabic structure of 5-7-5. Perhaps your haikus can form a series of changing time, seasons, or different aspects of the view.
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Black asphalt and cars There is one that never moves Countless untold lives
Gray, white, and dirty
He’s staring with hungry eyes The parking lot cat
Lights that don’t turn off
Illuminate the night sky
Reminds me of home
Littering the ground
The remnants of cigarettes
The smell still remains
Lingering outside
People never seen before Stare through my window
Buzzing little bugs
Swarm around my dim porch light
It still just flickers
A puddle of rain
Pooled beneath a car outside
Oh wait, that’s just oil
Old stagnant water
Sits in an empty kids pool It sits there for months
Bathed in golden light, Birds sing sweetly from the branch, Dandelion sway.
Concrete’s jagged scar, Through the cracks, a flower blooms, Brave and beautiful.
Sun begins to set, Fiery Hughes now paint the sky, The sweet birds retreat.
Black blankets the Earth, Crickets chirp their serenade, To indifferent ears.
She hears the morning: Birds chirping in harmony, Life's song greets her ears.
She feels the midday: Sun's warmth hugs her tender skin, Whispers of the breeze.
She smells the evening: Rain's fresh scent on thirsty earth, Nature's perfume spreads.
She tastes the night air: Hints of jasmine in the dark, Coolness on her tongue.
She knows the world's pulse: Not through site, but memory, Her window to life.
Spring's soft whispers flow, Blossoms dance, a scent so sweet, Life's warmth she knows well.
Summer's fierce sun speaks, Children's laughter paints her day, Warm rays touch her soul.
Autumn winds murmur, Leaves fall, golden Hughes unseen. Nature's shift she feels.
Winter's silence falls, Snowflakes kiss the pane gently, Cold's embrace she greets.
Seasons cycle through, Window open, what a view! Felt, not seen, beauty blooms.
The sun is rising High above the rolling hills And reaching to me
Flowers sway in breeze They dance with the willow tree Delicate and true
The sky is painted A vibrant and lovely blue And dotted with clouds
Bumble bees bustle Franticly scattered in crowds Like a busy town
My window lets me See past my problems and look At the summer day
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