ㅁ drip, drop, drip, drop, drip... drop, drop, drip, drop, drop, drip, drop... drip, drop. Just sayin'.
– a pseudo-haiku. Subject:
ㅁ drip, drop, drip, drop, drip... drop, drop, drip, drop, drop, drip, drop... drip, drop. Just sayin'.
– a pseudo-haiku. Subject:
ㅁ I guess there's a leak... at this one spot in the roof... I knew the roof leaked
ㅁ Kiamon watched as a raven took wing, pondering just what engendered this thing. Doubts seemed to flee as she hardened her soul, knowing she'd finally take on the role.
ㅁ Kiamon never considered the fact: others disliked her avoidance of tact; personally she just viewed it as truth... slightly heroic, to be so uncouth.
ㅁ I took a road, abstractly lost, awaiting clarity; instead I wandered aimless paths, pure angularity.
ㅁ tree, rock, slug, stream, dirt, road, bug, poo, crab, trash, shoe, grass... things a dog will smell.
ㅁ Eccentrically, I don't use a bed. Instead each night I lie down on the floor. But that confuses things: I make my bed at bedtime; when I rise it gets unmade.
ㅁ The wind, it came and pushed the waves along; they gently stroked the stones along the shore. The clouds extended, capturing the sky, and droplets fell to nourish all the green.
ㅁ The sun has cast its glances down upon the fishy seas and lit the dust of narrow roads and mirthless, earnest trees.
ㅁ How can I avoid becoming a narcissist as I grow older? Or worse, am I now, already such a lost cause, that it can't matter? If I should ever lose my curiosity, please let me just quit.
ㅁ The raindrop made assertions on gravity's exertions and all the clouds' dispursions.
ㅁ I went to watch by the sea, by the lumpy, bumpy sea, the surging, unsleeping sea.
ㅁ In the light of the morning I can see that it's raining and I watch the wind spinning.