“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label newspaper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label newspaper. Show all posts
Friday, October 30, 2015
Bugging me (Tanka)
The paper hits the
floor, under the fold it says
loudly, a purpose,
look inside, between
last words: splat, flat, gnat, take that!
Image by Yva [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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