A New Poem Every Morning / Poetry / Writings Ice November 6, 2012 lindastudley4 Comments Ice crackles and pops ‘neath the tires of the car. Nature’s bubble wrap. #318 Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Nice! By the way, by putting ‘neath instead of ‘beneath’ you stopped it being a traditional haiku. Was that intentional to show that haiku who’s boss, Linda? (!) LikeLike Reply
actually, counting tires as two syllables, makes 7 in all… I guess Haiku is boss after all! LikeLike Reply
Nice!
By the way, by putting ‘neath instead of ‘beneath’ you stopped it being a traditional haiku. Was that intentional to show that haiku who’s boss, Linda? (!)
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actually, counting tires as two syllables, makes 7 in all… I guess Haiku is boss after all!
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Ah, fair enough. I was counting tires as 1 syllable.
Haikus Rule!
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Ha, good image. More like vacuum seal over here in the valley though 🙂
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