Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Haikus

 Playing with Haikus

The 5. 7. 5 pattern 


Crisp, white crystals, crunch

underfoot, on frosty grass

sunrise , orange glow


How much did you say

is it worth all that money

Rather not thank you


I'm rich beyond words,

I want for nothing at all,

My treasure house full


But take them away

Leave me stripped of my treasures

What would I live for?


Loneliness, the germ

the monster, invades the mind,

turns living to ash.





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