Senryu 14
my roots feel tangled
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Sundown
most people prefer to turn on their porch lights
Mourning Grey
The stones were stillmourners marchedthrough the morning grey Casket held overgrim facesthe stones were still To foreboding drumsand forlorn trombonemourners marched And circled roundthe waiting gravein the morning grey
Haiku 26
petals wither
Off the Coast of Bermuda
The sun is long goneand the stars are beingoutshined by thebrightest moon of the year The air is coolbut the spray fromthe waves is warmerthen I expected The boat speeds us outto the edge ofa mystical realmKnown for mirth and mayhem We peer through theglass bottom, lookingfor coral, sea creaturesAnd the bones of ships Sunk long ago **** Written in response to Dverse’s Take Me With You prompt. Drop by to visit even more exotic places!
Floating
last night Iwas floating in amoonstone shimmerdarting anddodging with the bats, up highweightless and free until thepull of gravitydrains waterlanding meat the bottom of the tubbats fluttering by the window pane
Dark and Grey
I was supposed to write about flowers today
Fly by Night
under an indigo sky
Gone
I lost something
Let Them Burn
If there is one thing I’ve learned
