for more...
of that, from you,
said she, looking hungry.
open your fingers and tell me
the truth
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for more...
of that, from you,
said she, looking hungry.
open your fingers and tell me
the truth
the truth
listens humbly
pondering the wisdom
humanity creates for bread
stand strong
"Stand strong."
"I do try to!"
"Then why stumble upon
the smallest trivial pebbles?"
Silence.
Silence
spreads like poppies
in a field, the sudden
spill of blood red blooms bobbing in
the hush
the hush
ignores the wind
and moves along without
sandswept dunes and cold nights stirring
strangers
Strangers
idly wander,
waving nonchalantly
at others, each stranger than those
before.
before
time slips away
look at my palm and read
if you are part of my fortune
cookie
cookie,
the screen flashes...
what does this mean? I bash
the keys helplessly hoping for
a sign...
a sign
of certain mad-
ness is to fool around
with arbitrary poem forms
till dusk
till dusk
do us part, ha!
I sure think I'm funny
until it is time for the sun
to rise
till dusk
do we part not
beneath the bridge of time
wavering with abiding strength
the will
i love it when the haikus appear magically at the same time...well almost..and what they both say...
Beat cha by two minutos but that's okay...we can go with yours.
to rise
again not yet
tomorrow comes quickly
appearing in neon shadows
colors
colours
spread like shifting
sand disturbed by water.
A kalaidoscopic vision
ensues