Thursday is forever /
banging his thunder hammer, /
chasing Friday’s love.
Thursday is forever /
banging his thunder hammer, /
chasing Friday’s love.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Full moon, sullen sky /
shrouding the predawn light: /
obscured and then freed.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Trusted bust /
collecting dust /
high up in my attic. /
Dented boobs. /
Maybe abused? /
Or was it just poor tactic?
If worn today /
who is to say /
if they would be less lactic?
Filed under 2017, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Slate gray morning sky. /
Sun red-chalks the horizon. /
The lessons begin.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Highs and lows will come. /
Always here and just passing. /
Murmuring promises.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
use blinking blinkers /
you fool in front of me, or /
Spring will end too soon.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Clouds play overhead: /
Black and white keys against blue. /
Tunes of life’s embrace.