Here are two vertical poems that have a haiku, tanka-ish feel.
an
indigo
evening sky
flecked
with gold
reflected
in the
dark
eye
of a
trout
* * * * *
after
dinner
my
wet hands
rub
the
dirty dishes
clean
again
Here are two vertical poems that have a haiku, tanka-ish feel.
an
indigo
evening sky
flecked
with gold
reflected
in the
dark
eye
of a
trout
* * * * *
after
dinner
my
wet hands
rub
the
dirty dishes
clean
again