Late Night Haiku XVIII

By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 4:07 AM

L. A stream forgotten,
Yet it still flows, will anyone recall
Its existence — ever?

LI. The tree falls noiseless,
No one listening to what passed.
One bird lacks a nest.

LII. Ripple, ripple, the water
Flows by me as I write tonight,
What springs from that muse?


Re: Late Night Haiku XVIII
I just think it's great here, having the mix of English (humanities, poetry, writing,...) with technology. You're a good man, Tim!
Posted by Mike O - Oct 08, 2006 | 2:40 PM

Re: Late Night Haiku XVIII
Wow, thanks, Mike! I'm never sure if perhaps my poetry just scares people off. ;) By the way, I keep meaning to mention: I don't mean not to comment on your blog, but for some reason the captchas never work right in my browser, so my comments never go through.
Posted by Timothy R. Butler - Oct 10, 2006 | 1:36 PM

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