Tag: poetry

  • Snails

    Snails are very slow.
    Here he comes slither slither.
    His trail is shiny.
    

    This haiku is brought to you by 10 year old me, published in a school booklet from Manor View Elementary (in Maryland I think) in the 1990-1991 school year.

    I was pretty creative back then. I even have some drawings of snails from back then. I guess I went through a phase where I was very interested in them. I wonder if that was before or after the memory I have of eating cooked snails in a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown in NYC.

  • Risk

    Risk

    And then the day came,
    when the risk
    to remain tight
    in a bud
    was more painful
    than the risk
    it took
    to blossom.

    Anaïs Nin