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Haiku № 21228

Impervious

Member since 2002 · Posted 18 Oct 2002 · 6 comments

Bright sun, sky smiling on sparkling leaves, warbling wren. Bouncing off tired soul.

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[8] god'swife 18-Oct-02/7:47 PM Reply
Very sweet. You must have been in a terific mood when you wrote this.
[n/a] heart › god'swife 18-Oct-02/8:21 PM Reply
One of those long, stressful workdays had come to a close. I was drained, and the late summer afternoon was doing its best to coax me back to peacefulness on the drive home.
[8] god'swife › heart 18-Oct-02/8:36 PM Reply
Oh yes! Tired soul, of course, and bouncing not sticking. No wonder I didn't quite get the title. The scene swept me away.
[6] ams 19-Oct-02/3:27 PM Reply
Enjoyable
[6] horus8 7-Dec-02/2:18 PM Reply
poets who write entire books on birds are in need of thorazine.
[9] Stephen Robins 23-Apr-04/4:52 AM Reply
This poem, as a familiar pair of pants on a Sunday, is caked in shite.