Jul 10, 2006

Late Night Haiku XII

By Timothy R. Butler | Posted at 22:55:36

XXXII. A locust chirps soft,
A cry for the rush of time
To slow just a bit.

XXXIII. Signs abound to enter
The journey's new, wide roads,
But not exit ramps.

XXXIV. I ask tomorrow
What might perchance to happen.
Answers mix with noise.

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Re: Late Night Haiku XII

XXXIII sounds like, “Stop the world; I want to get off.”

Posted by Ed Hurst - Jul 11, 2006 | 16:20:27
Re: Late Night Haiku XII

It's been a while since I was here but I can't recall seeing poetry before. These are wonderful, especially the first one. ::thrive!

Posted by Owen - Jul 11, 2006 | 17:56:39
Re: Late Night Haiku XII

Ed: Heh — I like that.

Owen: Thanks! Glad to have you come visit again. I have poetry interspersed throughout as the muse (or fatigue, as it may be) strikes. :)

Posted by Timothy R. Butler - Jul 12, 2006 | 5:20:59
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