Wednesday, April 20, 2011

fly at the window

A fly intently drills
at the picture window,
seeing the possibilities beyond
but cannot reach them.
The older I become the more
I feel like that miserable fly
at an impossible window.


Adelaide said...

You have expressed a feeling I think we all have. I often feel that way about my writing, not so much the haiku, but my fiction.


Warren said...

It's a bummer, isn't it, Adelaide - getting older for me anyway. Thanks kid!