jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

believing/faces i miss (haiku on NaHaiWriMo facebook wall)

believing
we’re walled in–
my goldfish and i

faces i miss–
some rain-washed stones
on neighbor’s wall

(re-worked haiku I posted on the still-on NaHaiWriMo facebook wall from a prompt by my friend, Melissa Allen: walls)

April 21, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments