Catch Them While Ye May

thought bubbles float past

full of possibilities

but then — poof! — they’re gone

Death By Editing???

lethal overkill:

analyzing my haiku

’till it choked to death

Open Invitation

little brown “desk-ette”

beside my bedroom window

beckons me to write

Word Crafting

a small word bouquet

carefully picked and arranged

into a haiku

Dedicated Space

little writing desk

place of possibilities

as soul touches hand

Word Husbandry

creative seed thoughts

come with unpredictable

harvest timetables

Birth Pangs

a seed idea

grows from first to final drafts

a haiku is born