Sep 4 2012 An Interlude * * As blues turn to black Sky meets a night without stars Unlit, moon-less, cold. About these ads Share this:EmailPrintStumbleUponFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
I’m fine now thanks, LK, just had a rough start to the week. We haven’t seen summer, I thought you still had it. Reply
Impressive. Does it help to write poetry when you’re down? It doesn’t me, but I’ve never produced anything half as good. Reply
I’ve never tried it before. I don’t write poetry, but I was lying awake, and decided I’d have to write something about how I felt, but couldn’t face a long post, so I decided on a first line and went from there. It was 3.22 am when I posted it. Reply
Lovely haiku, Tinman.
Beautiful, but are you okay?
P.S Have you parceled up Summer and sent her south, yet?
I’m fine now thanks, LK, just had a rough start to the week.
We haven’t seen summer, I thought you still had it.
Clouds gathering? Great haiku
Impressive. Does it help to write poetry when you’re down? It doesn’t me, but I’ve never produced anything half as good.
I’ve never tried it before. I don’t write poetry, but I was lying awake, and decided I’d have to write something about how I felt, but couldn’t face a long post, so I decided on a first line and went from there. It was 3.22 am when I posted it.