Sunday, September 26, 2010

French Sentences

My fellow Muser, Kathy, is in the next room playing a game she calls "French sentences": concocting seventeen-syllable haiku about her experiences in France--a little exercise to get her poetic energies flowing. 

It sounds like fun on this lazy, post-French-lunch Sunday afternoon, so I'll give it a try:

Traversing the forest in the rain, I arrive home cold and happy.

Loaded brush poised over a blank page; maybe I should go for a walk.

We toss the empty bottles and climb the slanting stairs to our cold beds.

Send me your French sentences here.

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