Poetry Jam has demanded sensuousness. A very late entry, I know, and I almost didn't do it but here we go. I'm sorry if it doesn't make much sense. The haiku interests me, and I'm going to keep writing them until I can write one that is at least slightly coherent. I was stumped for an idea all week until the other day, when I did this:
There's no milk for tea.
Rain is sharp, and tastes of tin.
...I can drink it black.
3 comments:
nice...for a second i was listening to you speak on the video and though...hmm...that is an interesting haiku...lol....
but then i scrolled down...smiles...nice...personally i like the rain...and my tea (and coffee) black
i love DC actually...not much for the politicians, but i love the city...smiles.
Now see, I WOULD brave rain, sleet and snow for my much needed flavored cream. :)
Margaret - that's my middle name! Also, there's flavoured cream? And I bet you drive.
Brian - I am a great admirer of your site and the discussion among your commenters. I was in DC a few summers ago...strange, mysterious place. A lot more tropical than I'd expected.
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