Yeah, I Know… Keep My Day Job…
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.
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Words said poetically
resonate no more
than said prosaically
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…
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.
I actually really like your haiku.