Rains turn autmn rust
and withering falll from bough
under foot to die
Oh I really don’t know about that. I even had to google ‘bough’. I mean I had to sit and consider the beauty of nature, how it made me feel, what emotions it evokes. That’s a lot of effort.
Far easier just rhyming Cock, sock and rock for a dirty limerick I reckon.
You’re such a big baby! I think though… I’ve read these chronologically backwards. You seem to be getting better and better at these touchy feely things called serious poems. I’m always inspired when these come out. There is nothing wrong with contemplating something letting those feelings out. Often time that helps you be more creative. Feels lead to more creativity. Just saying.
Now let’s talk about that “poop” tag… LOL!
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Oh lol i didn’t look at the tags…
Yeah i think maybe the more i write these things the more i find ways to express things
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A beautifully crafted haiku!
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Thanks L…:)
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You’re welcome!
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