3WW
dizzy
change
key
My first try at an Haiku.
my mind's been going dizzy
trying to pen a haiku
change and key that's it for me
definition of haiku - A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables.
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Thursday, 12 June 2008
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
Three Word Wednesday LXXVl
3WW
Rest
Sidewalk
Twice
I've not participated in 3WW but seeing the words for today instantly reminded me of Portia Nelson's Autobiography in Five Short Chapters. It's rest time in my life after stumbling down the sidewalk not once, or twice, but a trillion times ... no more!
I walk down the street.....
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk....
I fall in.....
I am lost — I am helpless.....
It isn't my fault.....
It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street.....
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.....
I pretend I don't see it.....
I fall in again.....
I can't believe I'm in the same place.....
But it isn't my fault.....
It still takes a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street.....
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk....
I see it is there.....
I still fall in — it's a habit....
My eyes are open....
I know where I am....
It is MY fault.....
I get out immediately.
I walk down the same street.....
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk....
I walk around it.
I walk down a DIFFERENT street.
by Portia Nelson. 1920 - 2001
Rest
Sidewalk
Twice
I've not participated in 3WW but seeing the words for today instantly reminded me of Portia Nelson's Autobiography in Five Short Chapters. It's rest time in my life after stumbling down the sidewalk not once, or twice, but a trillion times ... no more!
I walk down the street.....
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk....
I fall in.....
I am lost — I am helpless.....
It isn't my fault.....
It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street.....
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.....
I pretend I don't see it.....
I fall in again.....
I can't believe I'm in the same place.....
But it isn't my fault.....
It still takes a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street.....
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk....
I see it is there.....
I still fall in — it's a habit....
My eyes are open....
I know where I am....
It is MY fault.....
I get out immediately.
I walk down the same street.....
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk....
I walk around it.
I walk down a DIFFERENT street.
by Portia Nelson. 1920 - 2001
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