The exercise:
Write two haiku about: phobias.
It is getting progressively colder around these parts. I suppose that's to be expected, but I'm still not particularly enjoying it. Probably won't mind as much once all the garden work has been completed.
Mine:
His greatest fear is
that they will learn that he fears
anything at all
* * *
Creepy and crawly,
slimy and slithery... could
we change the subject?
3 comments:
You could install under-garden heating for the winter? You might even get a second crop out of it :)
I like your second haiku better today, as it reminds me of Mr. Wriggles, and I'm not phobic of snakes at all :-D
Phobias
Sesquipedali-
ophobia; the fear of
long words. Amusing!
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My fear of gases --
especially oxygen --
is now killing me.
I sit in darkness,
I walk on top of the world,
Spiders don’t scare me.
Fear only grabs hold
When its late and I’m alone,
Faced with mortal’ty.
Greg - no no, I'm quite ready for a break from all this garden stuff, thanks very much!
I was going to pick your first as my favorite directly after reading it, but now that I've also read your second... hmm. Let's call it a tie this week.
Ivybennet - you really have a knack for these connected haiku. I'll go with your second as my favorite this week, as it could easily stand on its own and still be excellent.
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