It is chiefly
the hump on his back
that gives grandeur
to the gait of the bearer
...
one would think
when I am writing you a poem
that words come easily
like the flies on my bread
...
if my heart knew the key
I would sing about our Valentine
in a pure, soft, wavy way
with a sweet and lovely chorus
...
the child jumped over the frog
the frog jumped over the child
the child jumped over the frog again
the frog jumped over the child again
...
Retired on Curaçao. PR & Communication Literary Tippelzone Curaçao 2009 see my bio on http: //femiaonline.blogspot.com/)
Haiku - Grass
grass quivering
harping on spring’s
first movement