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Never since I died
have I felt so much alive
as here now with you.

If you don’t like it, you’re in good company. A poet I am not. A haikuist (?) I am not. On a whim, I entered it in a haiku contest. It did not win. However, it did place 10th. There was a total of, uh, 10 entries, as I recall. Now, Jean, there’s a true poet.

4 Comments so far

  1. gerry rosser March 25th, 2008 7:24 am

    Words said poetically
    resonate no more
    than said prosaically

  2. Winston March 25th, 2008 9:40 am

    Gerry, I have little more comprehension of your meaning than I do of my amateurish attempt at assembling and arranging words poetically. That said, to each his/her own…

  3. Jean March 25th, 2008 5:45 pm

    Winston, you failed to mention that your haiku was a finalist out of…what?… two dozen?
    I hope you continue to wax poetic… poetically. Write more haikus!

    thank you for the link and the compliment, kind sir.

  4. BPD in OKC March 27th, 2008 11:18 pm

    I actually really like your haiku.