Division
A chair, a tall stand
My feet so sore, my head too
a long, hard, work day.
Make each word count out
loud, plain, one two three, each sound
make it spare and strong
teeth ache, knees whine, stop
I have had enough right now
two days work weigh down
He got me a uke
I try to strum, learn the chords
a sweet, small, joy tone.
Cat wants me to play
wants me to make the bird move
So sad, I'm a lump.
(What is the nearest, divisible, haiku, to one hundred? How to write 1/8th poem?
My feet so sore, my head too
a long, hard, work day.
Make each word count out
loud, plain, one two three, each sound
make it spare and strong
teeth ache, knees whine, stop
I have had enough right now
two days work weigh down
He got me a uke
I try to strum, learn the chords
a sweet, small, joy tone.
Cat wants me to play
wants me to make the bird move
So sad, I'm a lump.
(What is the nearest, divisible, haiku, to one hundred? How to write 1/8th poem?
Labels: dribs, Pathetic poetry.
Posted by Zhoen on Friday, October 19, 2007
4 comments:
Sum total or separate parts, this works/these work really well. Spare & strong indeed.
When I was really ill the other day my cat was walking around with a toy in his mouth, meowing. I felt really guilty not being able to do what he wanted and throw it around for him.
Being in a cat's pack comes with many responsibilities.
Nice! more please, when you're rested up and have fulfilled your catplaying obligations.
One syllable word haiku.
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