A Philosophical Haiku

Poison in her eyes…
Continents shift to avoid
her unspoken words.

Poison Ivy

If you sit by the river bank long enough,
you will see the body of your enemy floating by.

(A Japanese proverb)

Playing Pooh Sticks
Playing Pooh Sticks (Photo credit: celesteh)

And, as a seasoned player of the great game of Pooh Sticks, I’m very patient.
Thank you, Winnie the Pooh & Christopher Robin for teaching me this skill.
The House at Pooh Corner, by A.A. Milne

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. She's into nature, gardening, and natural health. For her, sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.

5 thoughts on “A Philosophical Haiku”

    1. Pooh sticks is a wonderful game that passes on from one generation to another. I played it as a child with my mother, brother, and friends. Then I played it with my children and their friends. And now my grown-up daughter and I play it with her daughter and son (my grandchildren). It’s a tradition we must keep alive 🙂

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