My Haiku
- Bright stars wax and wane
A weary moth is drawn to...
Each in its own time
- Long mountain's shadow.
Black sea: a hidden pasture.
Moon silvers the mist.
- Sun in old ma's eyes.
As fading light fails, this
fear:
the impending night.
- His naked wife sleeps
still, but for her breath, out
and...
in...he is inhaled.
- Toasty
pile of cats.
Wind shifts whose tail?
Now whose ear?
Winter brings fast friends.
- Betta
in a bowl.
Resting on a leaf, content.
His bubble nest waits.
- Where
the spring begins—
deep within the clutch of Tartaros—
immaculate lust.
- The
three light fixture.
Two bulbs, one odd, one missing.
Corrupt symmetry.
- She heeds the child's cry.
Second, grumbles, "Why
bother?"
First, knows the answer.
- This dish is clean.
This dish is not very clean.
I, warden, inspect.
- Fixed but elusive:
no words, no image tells true
these Smoky Mountains.
- To know.
Breath to death
the bliss of Geb and Nuit
sky yearns, earth regrets.
- Crash! The willows whip.
Cottonwoods sway and flurry.
Quick! Get under ground.
- Damselflies escape
Out, onto the scalded rim.
Dead sea reservoir.
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"ALL THAT WE SEE OR SEEM IS BUT A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM."
: : : Edgar Allen Poe |
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