Haiku 47
Swedish sawdust
Swedish sawdust
a veil of whisky
hushed whispers stolen
low branches bow heads
I crawled from the sea shedding my scales on the rocks transforming for you
I hope I’m always brave enough to cut off all of my mermaid hair
sometimes I miss you but I’m relieved that I don’t know you anymore
hungry morning chill searching for the sounds, the words in starving quiet
crushed dreams languishing in a forgotten trash bin finally rescued ****** I wrote this after realizing it’s been over a year since I started writing poetry again.
table thirty two is where I wait for my muse please don’t stand me up