Unassuming Haiku Musings
The Mark of the Red Pen
Thirty tests to mark. The red pen stirs — now it bleeds! It must run its course!!!
Department
Seventeen syllables, give or take a grievance. Small observations pressed flat and dried — the red pen mid-bleed, the morning mid-thought, the indignity mid-stir. The form is ancient and the complaints are modern, which seems a fair trade. House rule: say the little thing exactly, count the syllables loosely, and end before the feeling overstays.
Thirty tests to mark. The red pen stirs — now it bleeds! It must run its course!!!
Aesop's fresh fable: The Snarled Braid and the Frayed Knot A moral is taut.
The osprey's stark nest. That is an airy aerie. Aye, it's truly huge!
The dangle's angle— hangin' low and shakin' loose; swangin' in the breeze.