Done

Sub-zero warmth on planet You
Editing me

One hundred percent chance I’d be puzzled
Morning, noon, and night

Your steady rainfall left me
Adjusting, crash-landing

Unsure now whether I survived
The fiery-attack I thought was your love

Haiku on Calligraphy

Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 10

That hour spent asleep
Shall ruin entire evenings
Be there primrose paths

Be the well thought of one
Slander thought leaders in secret

Be the voice of reason
Poison the voice in their heads

Be the beautiful one
Tear down their beauty when no one is looking

Be invincible
Make them invisible

Do you smile satisfied
Having ruined a ravaged heart

Do you laugh with the light
While my hope drips from your hands

And at evening’s flat end
Do your windows weep of me