Thursday, June 7, 2012

The scent of first rain
As my touch, pitter patters
Your unloved skin.

Posted by schish at 17:02
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4 comments:

  1. Tangled up in blue...June 8, 2012 at 12:07 AM

    Ooh! This haiku gives me gooseflesh! Marvellous stuff. But why schish? schism + ish??

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  2. Aayushi MehtaJune 8, 2012 at 7:25 AM

    "Your unloved skin" <3

    And if you're a stickler for perfect syllable counts the last line only has 4. But don't edit!

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  3. schishJune 9, 2012 at 1:26 AM

    @K Thank you, but what happened to Dr-Pt confidentiality?!

    @A I knew you would say that! See, no label. In fact, this line typed itself of it's own accord, in place of the drafts I had in mind. Those were only a syllable different, but after this it seems like they won't measure up. I guess, beauty doesn't always follow rules. It just dances it's way into words, merrily and carefree.

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  4. Tangled up in blue...June 9, 2012 at 11:21 PM

    Wow! Here I had a patient and I didn't even know it! ;) I guessed correctly then. :D

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