"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
great images with the death of windmill ~
Sad - there is something very evocative about these old waterpump windmills I think - they speak of the world that made them and has passed as well as themselves.
You have cleverly taken the opposite attributes......lonely, rusted and death of a windmill!! Well thought!!
it's still a very lovely picture though. and that's a great haiku to go with it.
A sad haiku Susie.Really captured the demise of this once grand machine.
Great take on the prompt. Windmill are a vanishing breed. Nice Haiku.Melanie
perhaps it is time for a renovation? :) new sails for the rusted ones?
I find it rather sad to watch the demise of anything...even windmills.No Windmill Here!
that is so sad, I can hear the squeak of the metal in the breeze...
There's an inherent sadness in dilapidated structures, and this poem captures that sense well.
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