Friday, February 19, 2016
Haiku Friday: The chore I love
Isn't there something, at least one thing, that you love to do around the house? People often talk about the chores they hate, but I know there are some that we love-- or at least like better than the others. Let's haiku about that this week.
Here, I will go first:
Cleaning out gutters--
Handfuls of wet, icky goo
So satisfying.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable formula, and have some fun!
Here, I will go first:
Cleaning out gutters--
Handfuls of wet, icky goo
So satisfying.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable formula, and have some fun!
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Her hands loved the dust
But mostly what she uncovered
With an ancient shirt
A photograph of
A baby's toothless smile,a
Depression glass sugar
Bowl from Aunt Ida
A single mother in the 30s
A tiny book of
Burns her ex-husband
Gave her it's red cover told
What might have been,this
Is why I cry when
I dust,remembering,remembering
My tears are like wine.
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But mostly what she uncovered
With an ancient shirt
A photograph of
A baby's toothless smile,a
Depression glass sugar
Bowl from Aunt Ida
A single mother in the 30s
A tiny book of
Burns her ex-husband
Gave her it's red cover told
What might have been,this
Is why I cry when
I dust,remembering,remembering
My tears are like wine.
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