My fellow Muser, Kathy, is in the next room playing a game she calls "French sentences": concocting seventeen-syllable haiku about her experiences in France--a little exercise to get her poetic energies flowing.
It sounds like fun on this lazy, post-French-lunch Sunday afternoon, so I'll give it a try:
Traversing the forest in the rain, I arrive home cold and happy.
Loaded brush poised over a blank page; maybe I should go for a walk.
We toss the empty bottles and climb the slanting stairs to our cold beds.
Loaded brush poised over a blank page; maybe I should go for a walk.
We toss the empty bottles and climb the slanting stairs to our cold beds.
Send me your French sentences here.
