I like how you've added a personality to the crawdad, without making it overly sentimental. What a beautiful haiku full of sensitivity and awareness. The alliteration works well... as well as the word, "mounded." You've used only a few words to say a lot.
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Poefusion is a creative outlet that allows me to share my love of poetry, photography and everyday life with others. What follows is a menu to help you navigate through my blog.
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I aim here only at revealing myself, who will perhaps be different tomorrow, if I learn something new which changes me.
Montaigne
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading. It vexes me to choose another guide.
Emily Bronte
If I could do it,I'd do no writing at all here. It would be photographs; the rest would be fragments of cloth, bits of cotton, lumps of earth, records of speech, pieces of wood and iron, phials of odors, plates of food and of excrement... ... A piece of the body torn out by the roots might be more to the point. James Agee
People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost.
H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself.
Harvey Fierstein
Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.
Carl Bard
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About Me
Michelle Johnson
is a poet, amateur photographer, wife and mother who enjoys carving a niche in today's fast paced world here at Poefusion. I take life one day at a time savoring nature and its poetic moments.
12 Poefusions:
My son loves to eat them - weirdo. :)
Sounded spooky till I got to the end.
really cool..
such few magical words..
The image sparks curiosity!
I remember crawdads! We used to catch them in the creek!
:)
Nice one, Michelle!
It doesn't take many words to create art, does it!
Love it!
I like how you've added a personality to the crawdad, without making it overly sentimental. What a beautiful haiku full of sensitivity and awareness. The alliteration works well... as well as the word, "mounded." You've used only a few words to say a lot.
My brother and I used to seine them from a ditch before we went fishing, to use for bait. The ones in Oklahoma were not that big.
Haven't thought of crawdads in a while!
Beautiful!
Short, sweet and yummy! Okay, I'm a crawdad eater. What else can I saw. They taste succulent cooked Cajun style.
You captured the crawdad...How do you do that....
hmm... I was wondering what it was:)
kept up the curiosity well
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