Bland as buttermilk,
from the scrubbed kitchen table
she picked up the knife
and then …
06 Tuesday Feb 2018
Posted in ., Blogs I Like, Haiku, poem, Poetry, Short Stories
The Write Idea
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06 Tuesday Feb 2018
Posted in ., Blogs I Like, Haiku, poem, Poetry, Short Stories
Much said in few words
Haiku a beautiful form
Sing to me, sing
Neat and so concise
Better beware getting trapped
Haiku hijack mind
the thing about murder
is that it never happens
in a perfect haiku.
The perfect murder
Now that’s another matter
Never leaves a clue