Tag Archives: Poetry
Haiku on Others
Are they red-handed?
Or, my glasses too rosy?
The questions I need….
Anemone
Be it flowers surrounding
Or the Winter’s death knell
When lush heathers and purples
Fade to sienna sand
May it be with clarity
Or with toment I cry
I want it
I want it all
Haiku on Calligraphy
Curly-Q edges
My simple, pretty attempts
You douse with ego
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 10
Mid West
Woman to your man
Mirror to your vice
Skin to your fingertips
Proxy, perhaps
And all seems green to me
Continent
Pearl
After pearl
After pearl
I throw
Spending my days
Deeper
And deeper
And deeper
I dive
Losing my air
Circus of soil, of sea
Ringmaster, surf dweller
Walk away, swim away
I lord
Freeing my soul
Kazoo
I can sleep now
It’s late, or early somewhere and I’ve worn enough sets of eyes for the day
Uncertain eyes
Thankless eyes
Never felt quite right, though
So I got tired eyes
Now all that’s left
Remember whose I am
Then what green-gold glint
Comes fluttering back
Roaring, of course, but of your blinded eyes
Blinding mine
Tired still
No Mere Myth
‘Tis true, love is a madness
Yet not merely, tho’ entirely
And its abode a wrongful ill
Yet I, at home in love
Nonetheless
Original thought Credit:
William Shakespeare; “Love is merely a madness….”
They are always gone
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