The prompt is the one given to our group from NaHaiWriMo, but I have not written a Haiku. Instead, I am sharing a poem that I wrote for the February 2015 Blogging U Poetry 201 writing course/event, which was a lot of fun. This poem was written for day five of the first week.
“Not a Foggy City Street”
When people and penguins pass through doors, they leave
their short-term memories where they no longer are.
This is why penguins, having deemed primordial ice sheets least likely
to sprout city center architecture that would block the view
of morning sunrises and tow’ring clouds that carry snow–
forever multiplying amnesia’s doorways and confusion–
have settled in there permanently. At least until
those they eschewed have blacked ice and snow
and ushered in the age of
“Not a Foggy City Street“. Copyright © 2015, February, by E. W. Bennefeld. All rights reserved.