Outlawed Haiku
This secret haven
Of those who seldom surface
Is ours, ours alone
This clandestine niche
Frequented by dilettantes
Is snug, exclusive
This covert playground
Where the lonely often play
Is warm, inviting
This void, cul-de-sac
A home to misplaced commas
Will never be found
NO OUTLET - Dead end?
No U-turns are permitted
Stuck here forever
Contributors: | N, F, Karin, Will H, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 6th October 2004 by F. |