fish in a drought
swimming with nowhere to go
panic in a puddle
This haiku is my response to Twiglet #302: fish in a puddle.
Shared with OpenLinkNight at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
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rivrvlogr 
Love the alliteration in the last line and can picture the panic!
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Poor fish–such a vivid image!
(I was just thinking today that I hadn’t seen anything from you in a while.)
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Brilliant haiku.
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Perfecto
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that last brought a smile and clap of admiration
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Gorgeously rendered! 🙂
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I can see the poor fish flopping its fins.
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A true haiku. You evoke so much emotion in so few words Ken.
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Love this Ken!
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Sound like what will happen to us in another hundred years! Very well done.
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It’s a sad state of affairs…(K)
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🙂 I loved it.
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Love the last line!
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Great last line 🙂
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Puddle in a panic — I’ve been there… 😏
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Loved the panic.
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Maybe I’m seeing one too many horror movies lately, but puddles and panic seem to go together lol. Brilliant haiku, Ken.
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There is no last frontier
We have got to make it here.
Hard to breathe
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Spectacular. This is why I love haiku.
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I have felt like this before, what a great metaphor!
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space around us becomes theoretical and the pond keeps shrinking
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