Eight-Word Poems

why do bright things rust,
and colours fade?

Seasons change, the leaves fall, winter calls eternity.

leverage makes the heart
grow fonder
like snowflakes


Wry Luck

dream bombshell
once in a lifetime
sweet tranjectory

calculated love
exonerated luck
in manner of fretting

Film
Throwing out stars
And their legacy too

your foolproof canoe
sinks
over forests and fumes

series of eight -word poems and haiku:


Millenium Annual


- Seasons of Youth


Aurora's Highlights

contrived accents
in Being accrued
recall doubt shed


Scrambling Mystery

periwinkles laugh
winking cues in the moonlight
of Hel's wand's defeat


- Seasons of Age


Timeless Fall of Icarus

tumble through clouds
discarded mount collapsing
hard bed


Time Less Fall

Pandora's credit
believing age-worn adage
a bird in the hand

The horror, you're dead yet my love lives.

Tears dew,
Morning grass;
Remnants of sorrows past.

Pink glitter
Falls over giggles,
And blushing cheeks.

Dead
I am the one
Underneath
the gun

Four years
- not seasons -
passed,
still I hated.

Where my roses
may fall
in scented
rains

Where
The Petals
Fall
There
My Eyelids
Wait.

Eyelids flutter
gentle butterfly wings
under rose powder