you write beyond net
plate of apple like a vole,
laughter cries; one plow
past sucks; blowing winds
consciousness ingests soldier
branch hacks as a cat
five bad waves empty
ineffable monks equate
past bemuses the wave
Reload this page for more haiku, or paint the mental picture
for thirty (30) minutes.
From here, you could zip over to
my main gweep page.
Cheers,
Joe Provo