Doggone Haiku
Sicker than a dog
From where did that saying come?
Don’t know, but I am.
Sorry there have been no posts for the last few days. The above haiku says it all.
Here’s another rough draft of a poem.
My Life
I seized a thought to ponder
It was a random thought
Poetry lies waiting
Beneath every thing, always
So does it really matter?
What has import to most?
Does one existence have more meaning
Because it’s richer, smarter—young?
Does the ant bemoan the swallow’s wings
Or the camel a tiger’s stealth?
Foolishly, I long to live the lives of others
I deem more meaningful than mine.
My talents soon I’d trade for drudgery
Of the famous, rich or smart.
When will I learn that my small part is precious, real and true?
When I embrace it fully and live with passion the life I have been given.
Awesome!! I love both poems.
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Hope you are feeling better.
I have enjoyed reading your poems
this month
Love
Peerooza
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Please excuse any errors
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