poems wired September 6, 2013by heather anne inner dispute solved never too late for coffee sacrifice the night Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
8 thoughts on “wired”
I understand this one so well! I’ve def spent some time like that… [smile] BTW, you’re my favorite haikuist. (< Just made that word up…) Though, with taking a liberty like that, perhaps I should go all the way and say "favoritest haikuist". [smile again]. Hope you're day/evening is going well, wherever you are. ~ Bill
That is a great compliment! thank you so much for reading them 🙂
Very true 🙂
This would be a great haiku for a coffee commercial. 🙂
Haha. I should pitch it to someone
I agree, although I’d substitute chai and mess up your syllable count. Thanks for finding me, so I could find you!