Alexander Cresswell's haikus
These started as an exercise in creative writing, but seemed to get out of control...
I don't like writing haikus...
Sharp ice, not water
No freedom to flow or dance
Much too difficult.
..but I do like chips:
Warmth between cupped hands.
I taste frost and vinegar
Mingling in my mouth. .
... and I really hate being late:
Resignation blooms.
I trudge to the distant stop,
As the bus speeds past.