This started with an online discussion with my friend Jennie over an attempt to write a haiku to express a particular moment in her life. The discussion evolved to a playful series of haiku about haiku failures.
winter wind --
she uses her failed haiku
to start the fire
(And that's not, either)
christmas muzac --
pale sunshine skims the tops
of the trees
This started as something like:
christmas muzac --
the pale sunshine can't make it
through the trees
or
christmas muzac --
the pale sunshine can't penetrate
the trees
or
christmas muzac --
the stubborn sunshine won't filter
through the trees
Winter sunshine is so weak and anemic compared to the summer variety.
I feel like I live in a dark hollow under all these trees when the days are
short.
Have a lovely weekend, Jennie.
christmas muzac --
no sign of the sun
in the mall
9 December 2005
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