Jeffrey Winke lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in a suburban condo mere blocks from Lake Michigan. He writes haiku, haibun, and articles about heavy equipment moving dirt.
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jeffrey should have been a mystery writer
i was thinking, perhaps he’s alfred in his second coming
remember, i am looking deeper
“misty eve”
that time before one is plunged into total darkness, though at times are we to have the stars to guide us, but not tonight; there’s a mist in the air
some say (a mist) is when there’s (a haze) in which horizontal visibility is more than one kilometer but less than two
others say when something dims, darkens, obscures, or intercepts one’s vision
one more; that which is indistinct
now it’s time for “eve”, (the period) just preceding (an event), (the latter part) of (the day), or rather farfetched, even adam’s missing rib
“misty eve”
settling on adam’s missing rib;
life not being what it could have been, is enough to mist up anyone’s eyes, let alone eve’s
what was the song, “cry me a river”, or even the song that had the line, “i’m so lonely i could cry”
jeffrey should have been a mystery writer
i was thinking, perhaps he’s alfred in his second coming
remember, i am looking deeper
“misty eve”
that time before one is plunged into total darkness, though at times are we to have the stars to guide us, but not tonight; there’s a mist in the air
some say (a mist) is when there’s (a haze) in which horizontal visibility is more than one kilometer but less than two
others say when something dims, darkens, obscures, or intercepts one’s vision
one more; that which is indistinct
now it’s time for “eve”, (the period) just preceding (an event), (the latter part) of (the day), or rather farfetched, even adam’s missing rib
“misty eve”
settling on adam’s missing rib;
life not being what it could have been, is enough to mist up anyone’s eyes, let alone eve’s
what was the song, “cry me a river”, or even the song that had the line, “i’m so lonely i could cry”
“a neighbor’s dog”
hmmm, that which belongs to another.
should it matter, rather than a cat, horse, or whatever; strange, it didn’t belong belong to the listener.
assumed to be man best friend, and yet, what are the feelings about the usage of the word “dog”.
in addition to that which belongs to another, was it written thou shouldn’t covet thou neighbor’s anything.
remembering the first line, the troubles of mankind, enough to even cause the dog to howl; how disturbing a sound.
and now, we have been led into the third line
“gives a long howl”, the only thing that goes hand in hand on a night like this.
a question comes to mind, if the night was clear, would we have seen the moon.
wood smoke
a barking dog stops at dusk
Anyone want to renga?
night
passing by the graveyard
every tree becomes a ghost
humid night –
dog days
bring thoughts of winter
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