Late Night Haiku XXXI

By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 7:39 AM

LXXXVII. Time is dripping slow,
Stalactite of memory,
Not there, but past then.

LXXXVIII. Memories of joy
Build upon the memories
Of sorrows now past.

LXXXIX. The past is the block,
Which with desire mortared,
Builds story and song.

Re: Late Night Haiku XXXI
What we are matters not; What we do only little. God sees commitment.
Posted by Ed Hurst - Nov 24, 2009 | 3:47 PM

Re: Late Night Haiku XXXI
The monks chant their prayer In communion, together, With the whole body.
Posted by Caedmon - Nov 24, 2009 | 8:59 PM

Re: Late Night Haiku XXXI
Nice haikus, my friends, They are so interesting, Reading them again.
Posted by Timothy R. Butler - Nov 27, 2009 | 5:48 AM

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