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Giles Day: Haiku

It's Giles!Haiku day!

On Giles Haiku Day (the first of two haiku days) we immortalize our Giles in haiku. Here's a handy app that will even help count syllables: http://writeahaiku.com/ Post your haiku in the comments to this post, and most of all, have fun!!

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Giles/Slayer

watching ashes fall
like petals blown by the wind
around her warrior spirit

I really like the imagery here, especially keeping to the natural images invoked by traditional haiku.

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katekat - 2014-06-16 19:18 (UTC) - Expand

A librarian
cleans his glasses in order
to stop from seeing.

OOO, NICE!!

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kiirotsubasa - 2014-06-05 17:27 (UTC) - Expand

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katekat - 2014-06-16 19:19 (UTC) - Expand

Giles in the hands of Angelus

the drip drip drip of
precious life blood is worth the
sacrifice for her

Edited 2014-06-05 17:36 (UTC)

The mark of Eyghon
means nothing to those who don't
believe that it's real.

ooo - totally haunting

Giles and his Watcher's library, in season 1

scent of leather spines
perishing to dust with age
a comfort abroad

awww, you make my heart ache for the homesick giles!

Giles/Jenny

Computers don't smell
And yet she loves them dearly.
He will compromise.

Edited 2014-06-05 20:20 (UTC)

Wow! Perfect!

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kiirotsubasa - 2014-06-06 19:35 (UTC) - Expand

Giles/Jenny (again)

He holds the iPad
she never had chance to try.
He'll use it for her.

oh my gosh - perfect, though totally makes me sad

watcher, mentor, guide
librarian shop owner
protector and friend

oh well done! perfect words for him!

Giles/Jenny (Canon)

Although he loved her
He could not return her love
With stolen mercy

that last line??? OMG. PERFECT.

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protoneoromanic.livejournal.com - 2014-06-16 19:58 (UTC) - Expand

He did not shed tears.
He moistened his eyes was all.
Buffy was home. Safe.

i know the exact scene you're capturing so well here.

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protoneoromanic.livejournal.com - 2014-06-16 20:01 (UTC) - Expand

The smell of the rose
Ties him to her memory
Beauty smells of death

Love this one. It's something I've always thought, too.

And holy cow, you little Haiku machine!

Magic frustrates him
He can only go so far
There could be more math

Humility dawns.
Is late better than never?
These shadows offend.

That's not how it goes.
She's the Slayer, and you're not.
Love bears even this.

For Buffy's own good.
He'd do most of them again.
Most of them, not all.

You're not having 'doubts'
The knife that twists in your soul
Feels of certainty.

"Haiku in English?
Rank American Nonsense!
Counting syllables."

Had to laugh at this one. :). Addictive little things, aren't they?

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protoneoromanic.livejournal.com - 2014-06-06 12:10 (UTC) - Expand

Giles & Spike

'Happy few' he says
A riff (not rift) between you
Shrug it off again

You were to be next
An 'honor' you dreamed not of
To stay a stranger

Born without a choice
Lacking a pilots vision
You served grocery clerks

Edited 2014-06-06 03:58 (UTC)

Once you failed a test
But always learned your lessons
Often soon enough

Angel claimed her heart
While others held her body
You remained her rock

Your trust and respect
Remembered amidst poison
Bring bless-ed mercy

You could love her still
But neither could bear the risks
Best keep it a fluke

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