Haiku #6

apparently I

have no interactions

with the winds and sun

 
 

I’m still failing most of the time when I write Haiku. But I still love picking up the pen and seeing what comes out of it. I think I will always write and be some type of poetess.  The paper calls to me often, and asks that I take away its plainness by scrawling something on it.

What do you like to write? Let me hear how you keep life from being so plain.