Clocklike Footwork Haiku
non-stop on-the-clock lock-step fanciful footwork
knocking about town
bottoms of feet locked to my Birkenstock cork-tops
lounging about house
worn out, both feet propped on my olive ottoman
lolling on campground
feet dropping from my hammock
clock stopped for re-stock
2 Replies to “Footwork Haiku”
Kim, what fun–all the busyness of your feet and footwear, like clockwork. Nice job finding so many /o/ sounds to fill in your rhymes of the -ocks. So playful and fun to read. Sweet photo too.
Dear Kim: the rhythms and magnificent sonics of your poem make me feel and hear shoes echoing down a hallway, the clock ticking. the plopping down… an absolute delight to read! (I imagine you have a book with you on that hammock).