Tag Archives: haiku

You say it was dark,

you fell before you had light.

Talk, I’m listening.

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In your own castle

there’s no matter to wonder.

You’re all lips and hands.


Further from fading,

when within fifty arms reach.

White handkerchief raised.


Cold lips on closed eyes,

Winter ends with a Spring rise.

As mountains to skies.


Sat

Sat in standing pool,

unsure of three depths below.

Leaping through waves.

Upward turns gaze,

floor of seven parts above.

Where flying things go.


Silver coin in palm,

front face divided in four.

Fingers close over. 


Day one of ninth month;

oatmeal-white on rosy red,

orange in green furled.