25 October 2012

Haiku 2012/299

a name from the past
a tiny twist of weirdness
slowly sinking back


Sibyl said...

You've been on a roll, Sir. The bird on the stem? The feet on the chilly floor? The untied shoelace, the needlepoints of rain, the out-shone moon? Poignantly observed, beautifully distilled in words. But "a tiny twist of weirdness" caught at my breath and won't let go. Kudos.

Patrick J. Vaz said...

Thank you! It's always good to get an outside perspective on these things.

Maybe I should get flu more often, or at least up my intake of cold medicine, which is the closest I'll probably come to a Rimbaud-like derangement of the senses.