Exerpt #3 from: Hook, Line & Haiku

Hasta la pasta?
Annoying filament knots
of spaghetti spools.


The squeals of delight
flow from all fishing children
with uncontained joy.


Sounds of spinning spools
always brings me much comfort,
for I’m not at work.


Floating down the stream?
Not a dream, after dropping…
A bag of bobbers.


In early morning
anxious fish are awaiting
the autumn school bells.

 

Author Notes

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
   
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved. 

 

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Thanks, Di.
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Pure poetry - very evocative - you are a painter with words..Di
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