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Find an old painting –

Did I do that? Old poems ~

Who was it wrote those?

Read older haiku –
Thinking on how much has changed ~
And how much has not.

I used to write poems by hand
Scrawls within a little black book
Instant – no editing
No need for that now, still instant
but digital, on phone, tablet, laptop

I used to write poems by hand
a drunk spider, fallen into an inkwell
and let loose across the page
no need for him now, tapa, tapa, tapa

I used to write poems by hand
Much longer, with words like ‘I’ , ‘me’ , ‘my’
No need for those now, not so much ~
The brevity and clarity of Haiku

I sh/could write poems by hand
and in ways this is more honest
No I’m not texting, or liking, or updating
I’m writing, or trying to write
and there is a difference
and I wrote this by hand.


Writing anything –
Is easy as anything ~
Not just anything.


A low battery –
Dismiss ~ more work to be done –
A pen and paper.

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