i write my poems
for bees, clouds; for brown sparrows,
for flowers; not you
.
haiku
.
not especially
true
🦋
i write my poems
for bees, clouds; for brown sparrows,
for flowers; not you
.
haiku
.
not especially
true
🦋
both giggles and yawns
borne lofty up stairs to bed
to lay down their heads
.
haiku
i opened
with yawn
over phone
he simply
yawned back
we talked
til close
.
haiku
whisper secrets of
my failures and other dumb
successes ~ you smile
.
haiku
emptied words empty
spaces in separate hearts ghost
echo lonely paths
.
haiku
if I wait til death
do us part, will wind through bones
speak our final ills
.
haiku
he&me both sleep
terrified of what we might
speak if tongues unleash
.
haiku
when he waved at me
even from this distance i
feel the sound wave wet
.
haiku
WordPress informs me
that i have posted an unbroken chain
of 500 daily posts
but I know that the chain
remains unbroken since
2018 when i started my haiku habit
but who’s counting….
thanks for reading, btw
and i wonder how many of my posts you have read…🤔
.
best & kindest
btw
light conversation
tears from my wounded heart
letting in the light
.
haiku