Friday, March 20, 2009

Haiku/Tanka

Bo
Meet my brother, Bo.
Pale skin, bright strong smile.
Big head, chinky eyes.





Water
Refreshingly cold,
frozen, boiled, heated, steamed,
pire simple, water.




A Thing Called Snow
Frozen soft flurries.
Floating swiftly down slowly.
Changing everyday.
The wind blows upon my face,
sending off bitter sweet winds.

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