Frankly, my interest in haiku pretty much ends in 1827, when Japanese master Issa dies. Ok, I've liked this or that, but haiku does often seem to be just a blow-hole of blah. Don't it?
Resolutions on Monday, confessions on Friday.
Confession 2: When I started submitting, I made the mistake of cluttering our world with more haiku. How godhonest can I get?
bare lightbulb at dusk
resistance is futile,
you stupid moths
Friday, March 23, 2007
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3 comments:
you stupid moths!
I just love that one. Too funny!
This one is very Issa-like.
thanks. it is best read aloud.
smile
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