Guess what? It’s time to exhume the dark tidbits hiding within the shadows of your soul. You know what I’m talking about. The expression is festering inside your gut, but you ignore it.
Sit back. Relax. Pick up a pen—let’s journey through the landscape of creativity and self expression.
I’m dedicating my first haiku to Poet Rummager—she is an avid artifact hunter, adding a voice to obscure treasures, which she discovered around the world. Or locally. Or where ever. She is also pretty damn good at poetry. Jealous? You should be.
Poet Rummager suggested I write a haiku, but I never wrote one! (…and I didn’t know what a haiku was…Shhh…) A very old English class assignment once commanded me to write a haiku—I impolitely ignored the request. So…ummm…without further ado—here’s my very first haiku!
Wait! I forgot to mention: I’ll be posting poetry throughout the week. Is there a warm fuzzy feeling inside of your gut? You can thank me later.
Up high in the sky
Withering and contorting
I want it to rain