Writer’s Lament: A Haiku

by vivachange77 on January 14, 2015

Groans my cluttered brain
Ragbag of ideas half-baked.
Stopped my world, got off.

Posted in Being Fallow, Haiku, Poetry

Tags: Haiku, Poetry, The writing life

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