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
Two Vertical Poems
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Someday I’m going to come to Iowa with my fly rod!
These are both so simple, so elegant.
Wished you were closer! The creek is at SeedSaver’s Heritage Farm, literally through the woods and over the river from my door. One of the several trout streams in NE Iowa. Who’da thunk it? Iowa!