You were once mine, /
Arrayed with the dawn’s fire: /
Reds and clouds and sun.
You were once mine, /
Arrayed with the dawn’s fire: /
Reds and clouds and sun.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Dark blooms the heart. /
Empty shines the unmade mind. /
Crisp, cold, slow night.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Nodding off, he read /
the bright sign: “Don’t drive drow —” /
He dreamed the end.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Troubling questions /
crunched under trampling footsteps. /
Cheap soles speaking lies.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
There once was a quirky writer from Nice /
Who wore clothes only made from fleece. /
He visited friends around France /
In his polyester-type pants. /
Their plastic tongues wagged without cease.
Filed under 2017, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
First snow came to visit today. /
Did you come from far away? /
Drifting softly from gray clouds, /
Landing where the cold allowed. /
You came to rest upon my glider. /
Was that your plan, your desire? /
How long do you think you will stay? /
Can I touch you, use you like clay? /
Mold a snowball or a snowman, /
I’m not sure yet what is my plan. /
Will more snow be coming soon? /
Falling by the light of the moon. /
Drifting down and all around, /
Landing without making a sound. /
Yes, first snow came today, /
But I know you will not stay. /
The sun too soon will replace the moon /
And sweep you away like a big, yellow broom.
Between what is said /
and what is done /
is that which remains.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Winter’s kindness /
begets Spring’s regret and leaves /
darkness for my love.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author