Haiku*
How hard the drops of
water hit the night puddle
when you miss the bus
* This is probably the most authentic haiku i've ever written; one of my all-time favorites. I had just missed my bus (Israel) and was waiting under the stop staring at a puddle and thinking how hard the rain is hitting it. When I got on the next bus I just added the line, when you miss the bus. The essence of ku.
How hard the drops of
water hit the night puddle
when you miss the bus
* This is probably the most authentic haiku i've ever written; one of my all-time favorites. I had just missed my bus (Israel) and was waiting under the stop staring at a puddle and thinking how hard the rain is hitting it. When I got on the next bus I just added the line, when you miss the bus. The essence of ku.
posted by Philip at 8:14 PM
3 Comments:
another masterpiece, as usual. i approve
Ben
dis be sum good shit homez.
--Ariel
Very pretty site! Keep working. thnx!
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