Gray skies and pathos
Troubled visions of great scope
Comprise my slumber.
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Gray skies and pathos
Troubled visions of great scope
Comprise my slumber.
Compromise my slumber?
How dare you wake sleeping beasts
For something paltry?
.............Just dropping by....................
Shouty and MissC, I haven't seen either of you around lately. Nice to see you back.
For something paltry
we waste so much of our hearts.
The soul slowly dies.
The soul slowly dies,
draining away like some small,
dissappearing act.
Hi Virgil, see I have remained faithful to Haiku. I always have time for addictive Haiku - it is easy and quick and I can always fit it in. Liked your last Haiku and the one after yours too - ktd222's.
Dissappearing act -
He left with barely a word,
No love left conveyed.
No love left conveyed,
lingering light, but loudly
for love of longing.
for love of longing
she has been laughing at her
ill intelligence
ill intelligence,
mingled with a heart of stone—
major bad decisions…
Major bad decisions
Litter the record of our
Dismal history.
Dismal history:
consist of things not done,
nor things left unsaid.
Nor things left unsaid,
Could heal our wounded heart beats -
Still, a death follows.
Still a death follows
The September afternoon.
Tears at odd moments.
Tears at odd moments
Wind rustles leaves on the ground
My hand is empty
My hand is empty
It's space remains unfulfilled
Blood flows through its flesh
Blood flows through its flesh -
the thing that's sensible
in this senseless world.