My tools are blameworthy:
A fountain pen that will not flow,
A typewriter with a jammed ribbon.
I should have done better with a stylus
On palmyra leaf,
Or chisel on stone pillar,
Like ancestors anonymous.
I have not much to say,
And much to exclude.
My tools are blunt with disuetude.
Briefer haikus:
1.
Pause or pass - no need for words;
2.
Only seven syllables.
- - (1969,2014)
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