New Poetry Game-Cinquain Chain- Come on, it's easy and fun!

which way
points to the heart
stop go caution run walk
it's sometimes painful sometimes pure
live it

live it,
share it, give it,
offer it, care for it,
create a love that honours it,
respect.

respect
is a tall tree
standing in the forest
with roots that roam for companions
yearning

yearning
is a slow stream
grinding at the shoreline
watery wishing it was a
river

CR...i think i need a bathing suit....i long to go swimming...

river
flowing lazy
heedless of direction
wing'd salmon jumping homeward bound
the urge

the urge
to dabble toes
in the tides' welcome bath,
remove shoes, insert feet, let waves
unwind

('night, LW)

thank you cd...for sharing and playing haiku...till next time..sweet slumper..

unwind
the string that ties
the present closed. Unwrap
the wrapper. Receive the gift of
my heart.

my heart,
for now not mine,
they are meant for lending,
when life and death are more than one
can take

Can take,
But cannot give
Of herself or her means
And so she is isolated-
Alone

Alone
within my thoughts....
screams penetrate the dark
demanding to be heard but none
can hear.

Can hear?
Of course I can,
he said, touching his ear.
He hears me now and lives within
these hands

these hands
will cradle you
in wings of love, my sweet,
protecting you, and forever
held close

held close
the bird shivers
wings at awkward angles.
A fallen angel, victim of
progress

progress
ran through the years,
walked steadily through some--
and stumbled across civil wars
often