Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Rest
Like the beach, incessantly pounded by waves
Sand, slowly stripped from its’ shores –
Like the ship brow-beaten through years of storms,
Timber straining through the ceaseless surge –
I yearn to at last be swallowed in the great abyss
Of dark, undisturbed rest.
Haiku time!
Cherry blossoms
Petals fall away
Languidly, leaving a void
In the pink above
Buttercup
I open to you,
Echoing in my small way
The light of my world.Musing (in or out)
I was a poet,
But I never knew until
You walked through the door
Impressed
I thought of you when
A swift storm soaked through my shirt
Thought of you and smiled
and we're done
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