Oh, how she could reach by Kristina Woodhill Octopus fingers extending Always her perpetual smile My purse stays hidden 04/24/2017 Author's Note: An interesting challenge and prompt at our poetry meet-up. Try a haiku assigning an animal to someone you know. Posted on 04/24/2017 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/25/17 at 01:27 AM Nice done Kristina...well put. Reminds me of someone I know...at least a younger form of himself. Posted by Laura Doom on 06/01/17 at 10:23 PM Tactical, tactile; tentatively tackled. Might be a Tea Party? Posted by Rob Littler on 06/14/17 at 05:11 PM what's left to lose a purse could contain, the world within the pouch, without which the possession of, becomes naked anew. Clutching piece. Creeping peripherals. Sirens not only sing, they smile. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)