...fresh pages - dry ice -
frostbitten fingers grip pen
warming to my task
deep in hot ink pot
the shy leviathon thought
I seek with the quill
black lines score cold white
as letters singe the paper
hissing steaming words
hook-shaped sentences
sharp-barb each paragraph shaft
harpooned at the beast
'til, shallow the pot,
unhidden inhabitant
yields to steely nib
more paper! more ink!
another fell bohemoth!
the chase re-begins...
Sometimes it takes a good deal of writing to catch a thought.
I sat down to compose one haiku, and here I am with a series of six!
I like to think, though, that each can stand alone.

So nicely done, the six work well with each other.
ReplyDeleteVery good! Love it.
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