The earth is lonely /
when filled with my thoughts only: /
love’s empty alone.
The earth is lonely /
when filled with my thoughts only: /
love’s empty alone.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Deep in the forest /
a bird sings passionately /
the heart hunts alone.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
There once was a lady from Roane
who could have fun even while being alone.
She’d let her fingers do the walking
and cries of joy do the talking
by herself or sometimes on the phone.
Filed under Freeform Friday, limerick, poetry by author