Fool's paradise? Stay!
Enjoy; until evicted
by reality. #senryū

Fool's paradise? Stay!
Enjoy; until evicted
by reality. #senryū
Chittering magpies
garden-whinging morning plaint;
loving cries, really. #senryū
Shall we dance? Why not!
Will we dance? Who knows? Future
dances, may not be. #senryū
Private bête noire
are normal vices. Shared ones
a modern delight. #senryū
#Poem #Poetry #μvers #micropoetry #sadly #sometimes #Malignant
It's poetry day
I should do something for that
Think that this will do?
christmas goose —
his quill breaks
on the seventeenth syllable
‘What’ is art. Sometimes.
‘When’ may be, ‘wherefore’ seldom.
Question: “How is art”. #senryū
Found a pen; lurking
in the house, like a parchment,
harking pre-keyboard. #senryū
my father's will —
the orchard
I never wanted