Haiku 735
All but taunting me
the poison ivy twining
I cut through its stem
9/27/19
Shadorma 236
syllables
suddenly a soul
in need of
admittance
to the cold dark afterlife
of should not have said
9/27/19
Tanka 144
suddenly a soul
fallen into the hot soup
swimming for the rim
comprehends the endlessness
of the smooth curve of the bowl?
9/27/19
Something about that soup bowl metaphor really got to me and made me have a wee judder.