Sky gravid with precipitate disaster II: The haiku

In the interests of conciseness, a fundamental rule of good writing style, and seeing how much Jack likes my turns of phrase, I’ve converted much of my lengthy “Licking doorknobs” post of 19 June — a tribute to investors and  financial analysts everywhere — into a haiku:

Dark skies gravid with

Precipitate disaster.

Bears sail arks of gold.

Hey, it’s got 17 syllables. What more do you expect? Maybe Jack or his “nameless scrivener” can tell me if the Wall Street Journal buys haikus.

I’ve adapted the image, with permission, from a painting by Vernon W. Jones ( The “arks of gold” are there, just beneath the waves.

5 thoughts on “Sky gravid with precipitate disaster II: The haiku”

    • Wow! Another haiku–I love it. Yeah, when these dudes go “looking for some skin,” it’s transplant patches they’re after. … Just had a look at your blogsite–very nice; far more developed than mine. Cheers

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