In her wheelchair
She asked me who I was. Where
Upstairs was. I do not try
To explain. I understand.
Forgetting is her illness.
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In her wheelchair
She asked me who I was. Where
Upstairs was. I do not try
To explain. I understand.
Forgetting is her illness.
Choking on a smile
Heart crushing in a vacuum
Perpetual descent
The one you love is not me
But I'll wear her mask for you
TOPIC -- deep water
spanish doubloons wink,
rooms invite, i wander in -
my tank is empty.
will i ever breathe again?
tears pour, old loves suffocate.
topic: flight
The metal bird soars,
Carrying me back homewards,
To my former life,
Nothing is the same anymore,
I can no longer fit in.
Topic: Change
you changed the topic
me thinking what to write
cursor not moving
oh life stops still sometimes
my roots replanted, fail
topic : soul
Hylozoism
Is what you might call world-soul.
but such soullessness!
To think of the unity
That connects you to killers
Topic: modern art
Shiney red rhino
Random placement, sans meaning
Stoic and static
I don't understand at all
These pompous pursuits in paint
TOPIC -- :banana:
I looked up skywards
Saw the solemn harvest moon
Move in the darkness
As if waltzing with the stars
Like a dancing banana
Topic Aerial Bombing
nice.
*s10cr
Good one, AP :nod:
There's life in this house,
Trembling like the thunder
Falling from the sky.
Short eulogy for the dead:
"The bad guys have parties, too."
TOPIC -- [as Al Franken:] L-L-LIES!
"The bad guys have parties, too"
There's the communist party,
And the nazi too.
True, but this isn't the haiku thread. ;)
Tanka topic is still LIES. (You don't have to do it as Al Franken. :p I just said it that way.)
buttercream-frosting-
words melt in their ears; lovers
coo new melodies.
who'd've known he'd be kissing
different mommas hi today?
(different pronounced difrent, lazy way i grew up.)
vineyards
Planted by the wall
the bitter grapes for sweet wine
need warmth and shelter.
Mother is resting near by
head turned towards the sun
sunglasses
i like that one, Isagel. :)
chrome and men destroy
[optic] nerves. i buy gucci,
dior, in sheer terror.
dollar store shades promise to
reveal my inner ostrich.
ice cream