Seven days of seven Haiku a day – Day 5

Written in Devon,

and so likely to be poor,

away from my home.

.

However, I try;

then I give up, try once more;

before giving up.

.

And starting again;

which did catch me by surprise,

brought tears to my eyes.

.

So, at four words in,

can you tell the difference

or is it the same?

.

West of the Tamar

there lays a strange, hidden, land

where all is ajar.

.

People talk weirdly

with voices not understood

by the best of us.

.

I think it has failed,

this attempt to Devon write

like everything’s well.

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