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awakening to morning mist

birds tweeting crickets chirping sunrise over the fields birthing

broken in the night moon rises then stays in sight day does not go bright

the fields go barren slowly dried up land lies alone homely

waiting unconvinced and dismissed

awakening to morning mist birds tweeting crickets chirping sunrise over the fields birthing broken in the night moon rises then stays in sight day does not go bright the fields go barren slowly dried up land lies alone homely waiting unconvinced and dismissed

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came up with it. I have never tried it before so I sat and looked at my farm fields and it made me think about things; what is coming, what is gone, the crops, the thoughts. Then I wrote this briefly in about 5 minutes after thinking so it's not a great piece of work.

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So he put a haiku in the middle. Syllable wise I just wrote everything else spontaneously in rhyme. The haiku reminds me of an off kilter middle 8 in a composition of music but in poetry. I like his idea.

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You done great my boy! Granted, I've established this form for Snapchat whores, like a degenerate sonnet, but you've excelled the mire!