tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post4696617111325724641..comments2008-03-21T19:52:12.788-07:00Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-64648281530533708412008-03-21T19:52:00.000-07:002008-03-21T19:52:00.000-07:00Ella, have you been spying on me?; )Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-82427178278396388582008-03-21T18:38:00.000-07:002008-03-21T18:38:00.000-07:00The alliteration and repetition work well here, Bill. And don't we always happen to know someone like this? Great senryu!<BR/><BR/>happy hour<BR/>the old man watches<BR/>a pole dancer<BR/><BR/>:>) EllaElla Wagemakershttp://ellawagemakers.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-58159324736006673042008-03-19T18:20:00.000-07:002008-03-19T18:20:00.000-07:00Thanks John, andrew, and tikkis. And, tikkis, check out today's post.Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-38640131612843035432008-03-19T03:09:00.000-07:002008-03-19T03:09:00.000-07:00I agree with all these comments, a great poem! <BR/><BR/><I> I blame God for <BR/>making life so <BR/>boring -- </I><BR/><BR/>(Jack Kerouac, Book of Sketches p.283)Tikkishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16405806987636579199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-57439973294587578202008-03-18T21:57:00.000-07:002008-03-18T21:57:00.000-07:00there's a sadness in this,J. Andrew Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12567156257114496618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-33112337239151951522008-03-18T10:22:00.000-07:002008-03-18T10:22:00.000-07:00love it great one bill<BR/>johnJohn McDonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02306609410526737715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-41707954975529612472008-03-17T19:13:00.000-07:002008-03-17T19:13:00.000-07:00I'd say so, gautami.Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-75966082669380779102008-03-17T18:22:00.000-07:002008-03-17T18:22:00.000-07:00It does seem he is lonely!gautami tripathyhttp://firmlyrooted.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-8167171593192360892008-03-16T16:09:00.000-07:002008-03-16T16:09:00.000-07:00floots, Angelika, Jem. polona, it's a pleasure to find such sensitive readers.Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-67017344800611839482008-03-16T11:13:00.000-07:002008-03-16T11:13:00.000-07:00one can feel the underlying sadness... excellent.polonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12631341810150848122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-64526826470835709002008-03-16T07:22:00.000-07:002008-03-16T07:22:00.000-07:00I'm sure we have all been on one end or the other of this scene. No matter how many times he says it, it will never be true.jemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08181038873568527264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-27186075046273072662008-03-16T03:05:00.000-07:002008-03-16T03:05:00.000-07:00a good senryû, Bill!<BR/><BR/>the repetition (".../he.../he...") works so well<BR/><BR/>when "he" is really "happy" "he" will have no time to talk with you...(it will be so nice to talk with "her"...)haiku-shelfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01004167617562345120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945445.post-80011467493547082912008-03-16T01:04:00.000-07:002008-03-16T01:04:00.000-07:00i thought this guy only ever stood next to me :)<BR/>this says so much bill<BR/>thank youflootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530734765701940680noreply@blogger.com