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After Midnight

Still awake after midnight Time for thoughts and reflections Excavating memories

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Skat A

Date: 3/7/2010 5:22:00 PM

#2 comment.. I enjoyed reading your senryu. Not a haiku a senryu. I am sure they have diffrent means to them..

Skat A

Date: 3/7/2010 5:19:00 PM

YOUR FIRST COMMENT BY SYLVIAMEAN.COM. She made me smile to know. Rude comments should be kept to them selves...She must not get any good sleep. Your poem is powerful if you know how to use your mind... I really do love your word in any thing short or long..tata

Sara Kendrick

Date: 3/7/2010 4:15:00 PM

Excavating memories sounds like you are digging them up...Great write for it presents a picture...Keep the creative pen flowing. ..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work...Thanks for the advice about the camera...My husband has one(digital camera) and uses it but I just have not made up my mind to try one..It would be less expensive to use because of the fact those prints that you did not want could be deleted... Sara

Caroline Cécile Delacroix

Date: 3/6/2010 9:26:00 PM

Many of us do indeed. Well written Senryu. Thank you for sharing and thank you for your comments on my poem today. Although I live in California for a very long time, I am originally from Belgium, so I consider myself you neighbor. Best wishes, Guten Nacht. Caroline.

Marty Owens

Date: 3/6/2010 8:36:00 PM

Very nice Senryu..I'm for excavation!! enjoyed...Marty

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/6/2010 8:10:00 PM

I love that last line, excavating memories. So cool, Gert! LUv, Andrea ps. ARe you old enought to remember the 70's song? After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang out? hahaha. I love staying up late!

Barbara Gorelick

Date: 3/6/2010 7:58:00 PM

Well, excuse me..but I love it. Maybe she would not consider Basho a "real' poet. It gives the reader a chance to excavate their own memories. BG