Haiku Feb2010

Across cobble streets,

I’m smoking my corn cob pipe

reflecting a bit.

***

The river shimmers

as I walk beside the bank,

listening for you.

***

Even the days pass

while I’m stuck here in this cell.

I wish I were dead.

***

Scratch paper goodies

they do mean a lot to me

but I am not vain

***

If ten men attacked

they should be frightened of me.

But not twenty men…

***

The light, it burns hot.

It melts through my very soul…

and makes daisies grow!

***

Epic power orb…

Shine your light on me, won’t you?

Promise I’ll be good.

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One Response to Haiku Feb2010

  1. Rachel says:

    “But not twenty men…” still cracks me up.

    In that last one — are you promising the sun you’ll be good if it shines?? 🙂

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