There’s secrets I’ll write
of willingly, and some too
sacred to reveal.
Tag Archives: poet David Kuhns
Device Bound And Connected: Haiku Lament
My computer and
phone connect me, bind me, and
feed my dumb FOMO.
Sewing My Ripped Jeans And Hiding: IMprov Haiku
I sewed my ripped jeans./
Not the best patch job, but my/
underwear won’t show.
Clouds And My Friend Orion: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
Meteor Watching,
I just saw clouds, Orion.
That’s more than enough.
If I Sit And Think: Haiku
If I sit and think,
is that working, even if /
it’s fun? I think so.
Why (And How) Will She Change? — Haiku
When you think someone
is fine as they are, but they
want to change? High nerves.*
OR
*Nervous!
McCall Idaho Summer Sunday Worship Haiku
Church in a summer
resort means the hall is filled
to overflowing.
Health Aperitif = Fresh Elderberry Juice: Haiku
Health aperitif:
San Pellegrino plus fresh
Elderberry juice!
New Earth’s Heart Connection: Haiku
Finding new places
to tap into the Earth’s heart:
Welcome connections.
Lying Is Never True: Haiku
Just because you tell
a lie over and over
doesn’t make it true.