come kiss me speaks wind
with all my breath is answered
all while sun looks on
.
haiku
come kiss me speaks wind
with all my breath is answered
all while sun looks on
.
haiku
a vaccine for us
and for the planet is
blessèd~
tru~feminism~
.
haiku
dreamt we kissed, tasted
bad
you said
you’d got married
hadn’t told me
sad
.
haiku
i’ll be your anchor
and your waves and your perfect
storm your crime your home
.
haiku
i have a right to
pour my poor breasts into Bra
stand up for this, girls!
.
( no suffering required )
.
i réserve thé right
of removal of said Bra
with relief at night
.
( hurl it to the floor !)
.
bra is my friend and
foe, my own bosom’s buddy
i’d never burn it
.
(what true feminist would?)
.
haïkuplet
ask me for a kiss
to perfume your sleep your death
ask me for my breath
.
haïku
hello dear visitor
hello kind reader
,
WordPress informs me that i have posted consistently a haiku and/or poem each day for 700 days. i wonder how many of them you have read. it’s fun to think about.
i began posting each day back in 2018 before my daughter’s wedding, knowing that i would only have time to pen shorter poetic forms during that time. it became part of my morning routine so easily that i kept it going. i calculate more than 700 days, but i’m happy to celebrate the milestone
would you like to guess at how many you may have read and drop me a comment below?
thank you, dear reader, dear visitor, for sharing the experience with me
with my appreciation
btw
you touch my weathered
rib
bones in sequence
playing
all the old tunes
again
.
not quite
a haiku
women weren’t allowed
to write so their stories were
spoken, quiet, near
.
haiku
one moment, you’ll know
sound of rainbow or flowers
as they grow, you’ll know
.
haiku