Forgive my lame attempt here. Things are scary enough for children and grownups as they are. But I managed three short haikus to garnish the fright story the image dragged out of me. I hope you enjoy it.
Enjoy the season of radiant merriness. I bless you and wish you miracles.
Strolling in moonlight or playing attunedPulsing in moments feeling mighty fineI on the solo flute, you the bassoon Double-blind and tone-deaf yet we align The bees hum about clover and sweet…
First there wasnothingNothing to see That wasn'tof darkness Not your hand orthat of another Not your reflectionon the firmament.Not until therewas starlightCould you discernthe face of another*First there was nothingThen there was everything.…
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Let’s take care of our planet. It’s the only home we have.
Specific Theme Child Of My Womb it is blisswhen you reach outto touch meand melt my heart—tense my thumbstill this moment—branch of my rib, I love you minutes flywhen I'm…
The girl needs a day off. Needs to be a child playing childish games. Let her.
Written after Stephen W. Buchanan's post, You Bet Your Life. If You Haven't Got A Sonnet, A Ha'Sonnet Will Do.
I was once a lad with upturned lips Afloat but scared of sinking waves That swelled over society’s brink and Quenchless flames that on my bosom die. #anxiety
A little dark poem is where I landed today. Hope you can recover from this one.