A recent chronicle has sparked an outbreak of haiku from a couple of readers, and they have allowed the versicles to lodge here, to see if this will provoke further writings and write-ins.

To blow ones own bone
is no way for a poet.
The wind blows; The poet rhymes.

Mike Gavin

trombone traffic cone
the road should always be clear,
no blocks; words notes drive

Ben Mandelson