Smoke and Mirrors

Written on July 8th, 2008 by ~m

Cayenne Sun

Posted in Global warming, haiku, hot, Life, Personal, Poetry, Truth, weather Tags: haiku, humidity, relief, sultry, weather

Scotch bonnet sunset

Cayenne-red skin screams for ice

air-conditioned bliss kiss

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6 Responses to “Cayenne Sun”

1. Grimm says:

   July 8, 2008 at 11:43 pm

   Awesome as always. I am back – and I’m not stinky.

   Well not all of the time…

   Thanks for keeping up with me, it means so much.

   No worries, mate.
   Hey, where’s the air freshener?
   ~m

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2. Dolce says:

   July 8, 2008 at 11:51 pm

   sun slips into night
   red bleeding blackened twilight
   a sanctuary

   I absolutely love a “comment haiku”, especially if it’s a nice one, and it is.
   Very, very nice, Dolce
   ~m

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3. sarah flanigan says:

   July 9, 2008 at 11:02 am

   lovely. colors paint wonderful words.
   sarah

   A comment that makes me smile. Wonderful.
   Tanks, Sarah
   ~m

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4. Mrs. V says:

   July 10, 2008 at 1:10 am

   Awesome haiku ~m. Wherever do you find such great pictures? Are you an artist behind the lense too?

   Nah. Google images. Though I’m probably breaking every copyright law in the book.
   ~m

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5. Lynn says:

   July 10, 2008 at 5:11 pm

   Great title, great poem and absolutely gorgeous picture!
   You Rock!

   Cayenne rocks!
   Tanks, kiddo . . .
   ~m

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6. lolly says:

   July 11, 2008 at 11:41 am

   You burned your butt, didncha?

   lovely haiku!

   Maybe more than that. But I’ll never tell . . .
   ~m

   Reply