Haiku

Meditate upon the meaning of this...

  If syllables count,
shouldn't we really be writing
  in Japanese?

  bad eight horses kill crows 
ineffable waves berate 
  sad like a peasant

  I hang onto tray 
lotus flower as my tea, 
  she imparts the clown

Reload this page for more haiku, or paint the mental picture for thirty (30) minutes.

From here, you could zip over to my main gweep page.

Cheers,
Joe Provo