#170 of 365 – 4 Haiku about thinking

4 Haiku about thinking


my thinking is like

a prisoner of war I’m

trying to convert



I can’t seem to think

my way out of  thinking these

unthinkable thoughts



my thoughts are like rain

no matter how fast I run

I still end up wet



childhood―I wondered;

adolescence―dreamed; now I

think; was something lost?




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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