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Fake Sun

ceiling fan tan breeze moth mistake light bulb for sun sad day nature faked

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 10/22/2023 12:58:00 PM

ah, moths, their instincts are their demise. Nice job, Sara

Karen Jones
Date: 10/22/2023 1:56:00 PM

Thanks Sara!

P.M. Richter

Date: 10/13/2023 10:50:00 AM

What a powerful instinct they have ~ lovely :)

Karen Jones
Date: 10/13/2023 11:37:00 AM

Indeed. Thanks for reading.

Joanna Daniel

Date: 9/26/2023 8:59:00 PM

That's a new thought, well done:)

Karen Jones
Date: 9/26/2023 11:41:00 PM

Thanks for reading this one too Joanna!

Hiya Sharma

Date: 9/26/2023 2:18:00 AM

"Moth mistake light bulb for sun" How creatively expressed!!! A very clever haiku indeed which captivated me with its intriguing wordplay.. With nature playing around and making everything seem as an illusion, the moth misinterpreted the light.. Loved reading this, absolutely brilliant and deep..

Karen Jones
Date: 9/26/2023 2:22:00 AM

Thanks again Hiya. Haikus are really not my forte. But I love them.

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 9/25/2023 4:10:00 PM

A clever write Karen. That's kind of funny that a moth mistook the light bulb for the sun. I guess they do do that now that I think about it :-) Sara

Karen Jones
Date: 9/25/2023 4:41:00 PM

Thanks for reading Sara!

Bill Baker

Date: 9/25/2023 1:50:00 PM

An interesting Haiku, Karen, you could make a longer poem with the same thoughts, my friend. Write On! Bill

Karen Jones
Date: 9/25/2023 2:52:00 PM

Hmmm Bill I will work on it but for now I'm blocked lol. Thanks dear.

Mark Toney

Date: 9/24/2023 9:20:00 PM

Mothematical error :( Creative write.

Karen Jones
Date: 9/25/2023 1:05:00 AM

Lol Good one Mark. Thanks

Sotto Poet

Date: 9/24/2023 7:41:00 PM

Such a wonderful Haiku, Karen. The gentle caress of the ceiling fan's warm breeze brushed against my skin, leaving a comforting tan hue in its wake. In the dimly lit room, a hapless moth fluttered clumsily, mistaking the glowing light bulb for the radiant sun that it so desperately sought. It was a sorrowful day, as even nature itself seemed to play a cruel trick on us, deceiving the innocent moth with a false sense of hope and warmth.

Karen Jones
Date: 9/24/2023 7:45:00 PM

I like your words better than my haiku Thanks! Lol