I love reading all of the poems here and in the comments. I had BIG plans today. I rushed out of my house and forgot my special journal and my special pens and all my “special” equipment that I like to use when I write or draw– those things that give a sense of security when I embark on a new project. Instead I used a white board and I wrote a haiku about my leaving my house.
A clock yells hurry
Greening rushing seedlings grab sky
I stop. Hear their sound?
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