i exhaled their lives
to speak a new frequency
balloon husks haunt me
©bg 2019
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i exhaled their lives
to speak a new frequency
balloon husks haunt me
©bg 2019
resurrecting the trashcan bard 
“balloon husks haunt me” the whole poem is very circular.
How did this, haiku, become such a natural form for your poetry? You seems to have a lot of freedom, even with the structural constraints.
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hi there my friend, interesting question. the structural constraints fitted my mind at the time. haiku purist would say i break a lot of rules (structural among them )regarding haikus lol ,eggs are easily broken , it’s the best fun one can have when cooking. the look on a persons face when they get that piece of shell is delightful. kindests regards bg 🙂😎🙂
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I’m not counting your syllables. 😉
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all good.but not a worry if anyone does , rules in writing (hell even life) only trap us . they don’t free us. 🙂😎🙂
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“piece of shell,” I enjoy your crunchiness.
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lol green eggs and ham 🙂😎🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
INNOVATIVE!
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hi there Jonathan , much appreciate the reblogg , also your thoughts on my haiku, kindest regards bg 🙂😎🙂
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So glad you are pleased—I’ll be back!
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cool. 🙂😎🙂
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