secondhand haiku: sentimental trade-off



sentimental-trade-off

Today’s secondhand haiku comes courtesy of Ellen Schieber, who blogs once in a blue moon at The Sam and BeckyBoo Show.

Ellen is one of the many real-life friends I’ve made through the Philly blogging social scene, and though she may castigate herself for not blogging more often, I’m pleased to host her contribution this morning. I especially like this one because it seems to capsulize what some readers saw as the appeal of handwritten haiku when I first started posting them.

If you’ve been contemplating a contribution of your own, please feel free to jump in. You can also click here to check out the contributions we’ve collected so far.


Handwritten Haiku -
loss in legibility
added heart and soul

by howard

May 1st, 2009

  • EllenS

    you have worked wonders with the soft focus lens – thank you :)

  • http://nonbreakingspace.com/ howard

    you're welcome. The lighting on this turns the paper surface yellow, as has happened before, but when I tried it a couple different ways, this was both the most legible and easiest on the eyes (the card stock had a little glare to it).

  • EllenS

    I meant the metaphorical soft focus – I had forgotten what colors I had written on/with

  • PJ

    Good haiku. And it's legible too!

  • EllenS

    Thank you – I have had more than a few nuns yell at me over legibility so I guess I owe them one :)

  • EllenS

    oops – just forgot to use the disqus – Ellen S no disqus above = EllenS with disqus. Sorry Howard!

  • http://nonbreakingspace.com/ howard

    It's alright, Ellen. I'm not a Disqus nazi or anything like that.

    Let me echo the compliments on the handwriting, though. The nuns
    trained you well.

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