She isn’t finished
Meanwhile, I’ll celebrate her
She always wows them
She has a story
A true tale of scars and love
She is of the deep
Tag Archives: Ink
all we are
A token
A tally mark
A trade for his timeA Right Path
A rescue
A reason his rhyme
Cover Up: Another Haiku
You’ve set the bird free
Happy girl now you may run
Oh what have you done
Quiver
Would that you’d write me
A love note I’d be
A breve note
A base note
On violin’s strings
Ink my sweet heart
Quill to my skin
Join your hand
With my hand
The wind ‘neath our wings
Of Choice: A Haiku
Invisible ink
Would that my heart not run dry
Ought my pen bleed out
I remember Gymnopédie No.1
This complete contentment
To walk
Completely independent
Of the one who walks the same
The resonance notwithstanding
The skin
We’ve weaved and find meandering
Doesn’t matter to my name
Crackers
Something about these sheets.
Grey. Linen
Fallen to the floor at my feet.
Ink all over them.
Telling stories yet to be spoken.
Out loud.
Leather-Bound Book
He walks as the beginning of a book
And an epic message that greets -permeating the future
Invisible ink for now
She takes hold of the leather-bound book
And all but the cover is blank -a fine hello, but what next
Picking up pen, exhaling a smile
prophesy: a haiku
Left index finger
Invisible ink talking
Irresistible
Untitled
I would likely just watch you a lot
Approach you from time to time, I may
To touch and make certain you’re real
With words and sentiment fully spent
What more need be said
That leaves, fire, and ink have not already uttered
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