of a week of haiku
That time I wrote a haiku, and then it became a daily haiku for a week. It was this time of year, early winter. * haiku for depression an ink stain blooming something molten and monstrous come to devour me * verge of bitter dawn shiver runs like a snag through fine nylon stockings * crabapple branches colours shouting so loudly! at me and the sky * my mother says a teacup is a happy thing how nice for the tea * you can't hold back a tsunami with cotton wool. it's too late for words * the susurration of trickling drops cocoons me beyond my warm bed * for all the wonders yes! I marvel and thrill! but I still prefer sleep