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spring (Haiku) by <~> she winks in yellow:
the lion's tooth loosed, zealous,
through her new green flesh.
Up the ladder:
My Tomahawk goes up, UP, AND AWAY!
Down the ladder:
Kakistocracy
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.1
Posted: April 23, 2003 7:30 AM PDT; Last modified: April 23, 2003 7:30 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.05 Overall Rank: 1205 Comments:
Hi z, it's nice to see you back-you haven't logged in for a few days from what I've seen. I was beginning to worry for you.
Love the poem...it's perfect for a haiku (which I suppose is useful!) 9 I think would be a fitting score.
well.... so much for beer bottles.
Hi Z! How does your garden grow. I've been attacking those lions like crazy. Nice haiku.
Your the Queen of this form, I bow for your tap of the sword.
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still i don't care much for meaning
words are only an analog
this could mean a million things
all good
I hope the comment left this morning under the guise of my user name did not offend you in anyway. Perhaps you have already noticed the subtle difference in our epithets, and the absolute difference in our styles, but just incase it escaped you, as it did me for few minutes, I am sending along this comment to underscore the facts.
NOTA BENE:
Beware the post-S apostrophed cognomen, it is a faded and jejune facsimile. I caution you and all other darlings to distinguish between the geniune article; the pre-S apostrophed wife of god, and this tasteless imposter. Pax vobiscum.