I've had strep throat since Saturday and finally admitted to myself that staying up late writing sonnets wasn't doing me any favors. Thanks to the marvels of modern antibiotics, I'm feeling a lot better and am determined to finish off the month with a poem for every day. So, back to Read Write Poem for another quality prompt, which yielded a series of three haiku. They each can stand alone, or be read together as a single statement.
Of Use
A cracked bucket still
carries more than a perfect
porcelain teacup.
Even a dull axe
can be sharpened by skilled hands
to do its job well.
Who am I to be
less useful than an old axe
or leaky bucket?
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3 comments:
your poem prompted an involuntary thoughtful 'hm' sort of a sigh.
you really are gifted, sweetie.
(blushing) Shucks!
And thank you, thank you.
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