Written for:  Carpe Diem #918, Touch/Tactioception (pain)
Bring some ‘texture’ into your haiku today. Make us feel the surface of what you describe, be it the bark of a tree or the soft fur of an animal, or something else.

this cold winter night
lying naked under my quilt
feels like summer

© Chèvrefeuille (2012)

Here is my attempt:

Satin velvet
the calmness of stroking
my dog’s droopy ears

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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One Response to Touch

  1. I could feel it. A very warm haiku!

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