“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.
haikouldn’t ask it of you
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Monthly Archives: February 2008
Dubious milestone
Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?
I’ve lied to you
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
Spring in the air
Mud has a smell that’s
like waking up to coffee.
You know you’re alive.
Snowmelt
the constant dripping
nature’s tears of joy as she
sees her world reborn
March 20
The equinox means
equal night and day worldwide
yin and yang of light.
Spring equinox
Days grow longer like
smiles that stretch wider as one
greets a long lost friend.
Ides of March
‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
In like a lion, out like a lamb
What’s that mean? That spring’s
a dominatrix, whipping
March ’til it submits?
Obama’s turban
Headgear gone wild I
tip my hat to idiots
who have flipped their lids.
a haiku a day 