Friday, May 29, 2009

Haiku IV

My birthday is here.
Inside the dictionary
I find pressed flowers.

1 comment:

Doug P. Baker said...

"Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said when, on Meggie's last birthday, they were looking at all her dear old books again. "As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells . . . and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower . . . both strange and familiar."

Cornelia Funke, from Inkspell

I am loving your haiku, as well as the Basho one. Keep them coming!