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No answer (haikuish) [33abc]

No answer

your dusty robe hangs
outside the closet — inside
bones await the key

© Kåre Enga [182.33a] (17 syllables)

Task Prompt: Write a haiku that breaks the rules of traditional Western haiku—but still feels like a haiku. Note: 17 syllables is haiku-ish (not a haiku) in my opinion and haikus don't really have a title.

More like a haiku (still needs work imho):

bones inside
a closet — dusty
bolted door

[182.33b] (11 syllables, 1, 2, or 3 lines)

Another breaking of rules:

Waiting for a call

Without friends I sat inside my closet, hid for what seemed an eternity.
I waited over twenty-six years, for what seemed almost an eternity,
then we met in South Carolina, our friendship destined for eternity.
I rejoiced for twenty-four short years, knowing we would last an eternity.
I haven't heard your voice for two decades, must I wait until eternity?
My wrinkled robe hangs outside the closet, inside bones await eternity.

[182.33c] (6 lines of 19 syllable lines, like a ghazal or a vahid)

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