There one day was a poet of the absurd
Who one day gave her word.
She’d tell it straight one day
Come what May
Or the one day she became a bird.
There one day was a poet of the absurd
Who one day gave her word.
She’d tell it straight one day
Come what May
Or the one day she became a bird.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Deep in the forest /
a bird sings passionately /
the heart hunts alone.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author