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> <channel><title>Comments on:</title> <atom:link href="http://tinywords.com/2010/02/25/425/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://tinywords.com/2010/02/25/425/</link> <description>haiku &#38; other small poems</description> <lastBuildDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 10:35:26 +0000</lastBuildDate> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1</generator> <item><title>By: Alan Summers</title><link>http://tinywords.com/2010/02/25/425/comment-page-1/#comment-745</link> <dc:creator>Alan Summers</dc:creator> <pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 18:04:05 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://tinywords.com/2010/02/25/425/#comment-745</guid> <description>Good strong haiku.Alan Summers</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good strong haiku.</p><p>Alan Summers</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Frances Ruth Harris</title><link>http://tinywords.com/2010/02/25/425/comment-page-1/#comment-737</link> <dc:creator>Frances Ruth Harris</dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 23:08:46 +0000</pubDate> <guid
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discovery and innovation.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Memories can move us in directions of<br
/> discovery and innovation.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Cathy Broadwell</title><link>http://tinywords.com/2010/02/25/425/comment-page-1/#comment-735</link> <dc:creator>Cathy Broadwell</dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 22:37:07 +0000</pubDate> <guid
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the photograph shows
her empty dreams</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>eyes of anguish<br
/> the photograph shows<br
/> her empty dreams</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: syllableº17</title><link>http://tinywords.com/2010/02/25/425/comment-page-1/#comment-733</link> <dc:creator>syllableº17</dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 17:23:33 +0000</pubDate> <guid
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a woman looks out
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/> a woman looks out<br
/> as I look in</p><p>— sº17</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Bob Burgan</title><link>http://tinywords.com/2010/02/25/425/comment-page-1/#comment-731</link> <dc:creator>Bob Burgan</dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 16:18:29 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://tinywords.com/2010/02/25/425/#comment-731</guid> <description>In December I went to the H.S.A. Meeting at the Asian Museum in Pasadena.  It was a Saturday I think. I was the only male in a group of 12 or so.  They were very hospitable and friendly with Xmas cookies and tea.  We shared our Haiku and composed some right there.  They had me read from their cards aloud. One participant, I think it was Ms. Nakano, read her entry that was accepted by you. She was a bit embarrassed with me there. It was fine with me. I commented about the pain of my nipples when I first visited Muir Woods because of the intense humidity and moisture under those giant trees. Later, I was almost in tear when I read my own composed haiku about being homeless in Long Beach...which was, at the time, my oldest sons plight. It was a profound experience for me.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In December I went to the H.S.A. Meeting at the Asian Museum in Pasadena.  It was a Saturday I think. I was the only male in a group of 12 or so.  They were very hospitable and friendly with Xmas cookies and tea.  We shared our Haiku and composed some right there.  They had me read from their cards aloud. One participant, I think it was Ms. Nakano, read her entry that was accepted by you. She was a bit embarrassed with me there. It was fine with me. I commented about the pain of my nipples when I first visited Muir Woods because of the intense humidity and moisture under those giant trees. Later, I was almost in tear when I read my own composed haiku about being homeless in Long Beach&#8230;which was, at the time, my oldest sons plight. It was a profound experience for me.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> </channel> </rss>
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