Written for Crispina’s
Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Haiku
Salt wind off the bay,
white strips lash the rusted rail ….
now it’s abstract art
⛴️ ⛴️ ⛴️
Senryu
Costco’s finest, torn
to shreds by a seaside gale ….
still cheaper than art.
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Both of them, brilliant. Painted wide smile on my face 🤪
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Yay! Now I’m happy, too! 😁
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😁👍🥰
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Great poems and a perfect track.
That looks so much like the legs of a pier on a beach near me!
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Who knows? I’m not sure where our photographer Crispina lives …. somewhere in the UK! I’m happy to know you enjoyed my post, my friend. Thanks much!
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Very interesting poems
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Fit for a very interesting pic! Thanks, Sadje. 😄
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Very true dear sis
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Brillant Sis 💜💜
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You’re too kind, sis! Thanks! 💜
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Nope just honest 💜💜
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I really abhor plastic wrappings and bags blowing around on the beach; usually left behind by careless litterbugs, my friend
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Quite right, my dear friend. It’s a disgusting habit.
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And the answer is blowing in the wind
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Great interpretation Nance 🙌
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This was great fun, Ange. Thanks! 😀
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