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Friday, December 6, 2013

Friday Haiku on Lose/Mere/Native


She has flown away
To visit the grandchildren
They win and I lose

You can lose so much
Mobility.. confidence..
Yet gain in insight

On World News nightly
Hear about all those we lose
Each one personal


Lake marked the border
Guarding us like a mother
Merely symbolic

Childhood rice pudding
The merest hint of nutmeg
And loads of sugar

Merest breath of wind
Fleeting patterns on the mere
Merely surface deep


Tropical Island
Entices to go native
She still wore her hat

Native tongue English
Includes Greek, German, Latin
Such a polyglot

Two hundred native word groups
Never one nation

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