The exercise:
It's Two Haiku Tuesday again! So... write a couple of haiku about: floating.
How is it the end of April already? On top of days and weeks, Max must also be eating months now. It's the only possible explanation for his size.
Mine:
With a whispered word
I'm launched skyward to hang with
Cupid on his cloud.
* * *
I fly like a bird,
safe beyond the reach of stress...
until the rope breaks.
2 comments:
Floating
Three shots of Jim Beam,
Just one beer, or maybe two.
Why’s the room floating?
Rose petals drift down
Covering the quiet pond.
Red koi float below.
Aholiab - love your first one, and your second is gorgeous. That's a damned fine, proper haiku right there.
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