Haiku 2023–238

Saturday morning

the dog snores in the corner

I struggle to write

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Someday, the poetry flows from my fingers and onto the screen. Then there are mornings like this morning.

I woke up this morning with nothing in the hopper and no ideas forthcoming. I schedule my posts on Medium to drop at 8:00, but that time has come and gone this morning with nothing to show for it. Sitting in my writing chair, I opened my senses to what was around me seeing if something might bubble up to make a passable haiku. When my dog started snoring from his bed, I started counting syllables, and here we are.