My dog stares at me
While I am concentrating
I turn my shoulder to hide
You there, finish up
Someone’s manner says again
Presence not wanted
The ten thousand things
Ten directions and three times
All in unison
Gnat, bee, scorpion
Being in the same branches
As sunshine and rain
*I am not trying to produce senryu.
In fact, I didn't know what it was until recently.
This is an exercise in writing poetry for me.
Binary metrics.
Counting syllables.
I like the polyrhythmic capability of internal rhyme,
consonance, and assonance with 5-7-5 triplets.
