For breakfast I eat up my vowels, my a e i o u, to which I add from consonants a fricative or two;
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.

Saturday, 16 April 2011

windowed wall

windowed wall:
across filtered light
shadows shout,
bricks worn and cracked
curtains always drawn

First published in Simply Haiku, Winter 2011:

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