the drops are dainty
at first but turn to downpour
soaked, i turn in doors
.
haiku
Category Archives: Solitude
son déménagement ( he moved )
from the circle of
my forgiveness >>>> island of
own vindictiveness
.
alternative title : castaway
haïku
what would you die without?
what would you confess
to yourself
in the darkest
of starkest
nights ?
.
haiku
late, late late at night
i looked for god up
in sky but found god waiting
down on bathroom floor
.
haiku
knitting patterns
again uncurling
dull pain
from skein
pulling it
on over my skin
.
haiku
ultimate intimate
my name was Barbara
i was here
all alone ~ all along
intimate
.
p.s
hi
perhaps you
knew me…
perhaps
not …
.
.
.
haiku
mellifluous sigh
talking to shadows
caught blues in my eyes feeling
low as the ground, hon
.
haiku
me clean through the cracks
i would not sully
this experience ( heart break )
for all China’s tea
.
haiku
cut off
most of my friends live
these days in the tv or
facebook or netflix
.
haiku
the circle
of my self remains
golden band removed leaving
white stripe that will fade
.
haiku
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