September is here
My skin is crispy, crackly
Rain would be super
Proud of myself for holding up with my pledge.
Here’s my haiku. Feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think.
A troop of mongeese
Squeaking, digging, in the coop
No eggs left for me
Well, poetry month is upon us again. Last year at this time I said I was going to periodically spout off a haiku or two for, hopefully, your entertainment. A year later, I have only written the one I started with. Therefore, I make a pledge. At least one poem a month. Maybe biweekly?!? Can a girl with sketchy internet reception and days full of farm chores stick to such a schedule? We’re going to find out. Everyone needs goals.
I even have another one, to up the ante. The Oh My Africa, or OMA for short. (Like OMG, but Africanized. Clever, huh?) Funny, ridiculous, and entertaining things from around the continent. I’ll try to focus on Namibia, but sometimes other countries do really funny stuff.
So, this year’s inaugural haiku:
It is still raining
Even though it is April
Please stay forever