Because it's too cold out ....
divine proportion
eludes the wistful body
chowing down on pi
overcrowded page
inimical typeface
communication
hagiographies
will shun the stroking ink pen
caressing my name
punctuation marks
like scattershot on paper
deserve more respect
an untimely death
bleeds needless repetition
superfluous scythe
Laura Dvorak
Wonderful. Indoor haiku. Images and reflections on marks on a white page as minimalist and clear as the gnarled pines in Basho's deep North... because it's too cold outside. A nice job of translating the genre from nature and seasons to the desk. I read them as linked by time and intent, but not continuous. (?)
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