The sun has fallen
behind a cabal of clouds,
there it waits and burns.
Waiting to Burn
CRUMBLE
I bow and crumble-
your knuckles are blue and gray
like a howling sea.
3 Small Poems
Missing You
Every occasion
that you do not occupy
is wasted on me.
Fate
We might be closer
than the stars and we might be
fools of fate, because
night after night, I dream you
into my artless embrace.
Fathomless
We are fathomless,
you edge into my currents
supple as sunlight.
We are deeper than the seas
stacked on top of each other.
Healing
Heart
Photo Challenge #302
– Shichigoro Shingo
A sign of friendship,
a dose of humanity.
Machine innocence.
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Sorry for the brevity stressful day!
The infertile sky
carries on for miles and miles
black as a fiend’s tongue.
All that I have left
is the outline of your boot
pressed against my chest.
For now I will not
wash it off, for it must serve
in place of my heart.
Little Poems
Stalemate
Options rescinded
Conservatism always wins
Nothing is achieved
Allergies
Sinuses aggrieved
high levels of grass pollen
Can not stop sneezing
Commonplace
When I was a child
I was special but broken
Now that I have grown
I am one of multitudes
With scars deeper than the sea
Fog
My anointed flesh
Crawls as the world at my back
Fades into nothing
Spore and Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille
Death is always fair
whoever and wherever
you are it swallows
you up, spore by spore until
there is nothing left to spawn.
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And my submission for Heeding Haiku
The scent of plum heeds
my fingertips-a twig snapped-
a caress stolen.
–
we had to rewrite this poem by Chiyo-Ni
the flowering branch of the plum
gives its scent
to him who broke it off
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