The poem
takes me by the hand
waltzes me
around the room
dazzled with
its sunshine.
The poem
writes itself in the air
in a tear
...laughter.
Wordless
(just a thought) .
The poem
writes itself
in the there of
(not-there)
...tip of the tongue...
in the known of
(the unknown) .
This the poem
that never
gets written
happy to be
just a passing fancy
curled up
asleep
hidden in my mind
dreaming of its
once upon a time.
Oh! You are naughty...but I like you! Never has bathtime been such fun and not a rubber ducky in sight! Very hilariously funny and great word play. I'll come clean with you...I really like this little haiku. Where's the soap? You always seem to grab life by the...whatevers and tell it like it is! Wonderfull telling and a superb little photo of an intimate little moment in a couple's life as it is lived by them. I always thinks haiku are phots of moments that you couldn't possibly take a phot of but you wish you could have. I'd love a family album of nothing but haiku and all those magical moments still wet and glistening and alive and true to life...just as life painted them and just how we lived them. Now I love you not just as a wonderful poet and a fantastic storyteller but as an utterly charming haikuist! love GinaXXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh Donall this is gorgeous! Thank you.... there are so many poems that never get written, for me anyway. There are the ones that come to us whilst asleep, or driving, or daydreaming or both! Even the ones whilst we lay in bed at night in those last few waking moments when the mind jostles around with images and words and then..... Z z z z z z z! ! ! ! Lovely word play Mr Demspey! HG: -) xx