Procrastination

Your almost-haiku, Procrastination, at https://www.theprose.com/Plexiglassfruit has me a little concerned.

First, the middle line has only six syllables. Perhaps you meant to get back to this and wedged in another morpheme into that line. That's dangerous, because the clock is ticking. Remember, you put a pin in it. But like all pins meant to be removed, you can be assured the shrapnel is coming next.

Things procrastinated, thus, tend to blow up on us like hand grenades. Is this pin strong enough? Long enough? How do you know it won't just fall out, like that syllable must have when you were constructing your anemic haiku. Anemic? Give it a transfusion of another syllable. Bring back its color. Otherwise, something sinister might grow there, as a fungus tends to do in dark, moist places that are ignored.

What could grow?

Angst could. Even chagrin. And angst isn't what put the grin in chagrin. I am NOT chagrinning right now! Remember, a poem that isn't whole is just a bunch of words.

Sincerely,

Dr ;