To My First Friend
Do you remember
how it felt to hold my hand?
Yes. Of course you do.
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About Me
- Poem of the Week - Lisa Vihos
- I live overlooking Lake Michigan, and sit at my dining room table writing poems as often as time will allow. I love reading, bicycling, Zumba, and listening to my 14-year-old play guitar, not necessarily in that order. I am working on a memoir. It is a mytho-poetic reckoning of my life to this point. We'll see how that goes.
2 comments:
Hi, Lisa. Beautiful senryu. It's clear I am obsessed with knitting because I saw the word "felt" and immediately thought of felted wool.
Thanks, Laura. I thought about felted wool too, and I could not think of a good way to write about it in a haiku!
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