Saturday, August 15, 2009

More Haiku

In The Spirit of the Flu:

I cower and hide
In times of disease,counting
Numbers of death's strike.

To Etta James:

Dark angel, swaying
Voice,ethereal in irony;
Sings till I'm silent.

To James Joyce

King of the abstruse,
Erring in speech,confounding
Them who understand.

To the Art of Haiku

Truant sentences
Entwined in structure,crushing
Minds of sane poets.


Devadutta D Ghat said...

Haiku? See this :P

La Diva! said...

XKCD is always an inspiration for things like haiku :p

AMIT said...

Nice written.

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