Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
you can sell me down
the river; I’ll drift like a
log with growing moss.
let me sell you on
us; what we had together.
You close the door, though.
my sell by date has
expired, spoiled milk left in the
refrigerator.
fire sale: shoes to sell
belonged to a dead man once,
but he couldn’t fill them.
sell my belongings:
longing and loss bundled in
the folds of my brain.
sell my belongings:
depression, anxiety.
They are done with me.
sell my room, but paint
over the pain splashed on the
walls like a Pollock.
sell me at bargain
price — misfit toy — batteries
are not included.
you can sell me the
dead flowers for my mantle;
my new friends to have.
pitch life, sell me on
it: unending pain until
death washes ashore.