five haiku

from the first assignment of the semester for my creative writing class.

strange marks cross my skin

but bring me no pain. i woke

late, my sheets tangled.

 

twelve bells envelop

the neighborhood at midnight.

who said they should ring?

 

cascading cups lie

stacked, filled with playing children

in a narrow gorge.

 

i carefully pinch

and pluck strings at the right times

but my thumb fails me.

 

of the two streetlights

outside my window i much

prefer the softer.