friction caused heat
uncaring words burnt red hot
burnt out eyes averse
friction caused heat
uncaring words burnt red hot
burnt out eyes averse
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
burnt out eyes averse
to chills of empty snowfields
fill space with fire.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
fill space with fire
smoke clouds my reality
I see what I want
To Symphony: I'm kind of put-off by the Haiku short format and don't feel very confident about writing them but your last bit was the best one I've noticed in some time. Just an opinion. quasi
I see what I want.
What others want to picture
Is their own business...
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Thanks quasi!Originally Posted by quasimodo1
Is their own business
the cause of such buzziness
that throws apart dreams?
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
that throws apart dreams
scattered storybits windward
pieces of our lives
*
"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
pieces of our lives
can come together in such
unexpected ways
unexpected ways
of circumnavigating
make me quite dizzy
*
"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
make me quite dizzy
with those soft breathy kisses
and touch me right there
and touch me right there
where my heart used to beat strong
now an empty hole
*
"Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something else is more important than fear." -- Ambrose Redmoon
CR: Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
JF: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. My review is here.
now an empty hole
where a little grey hare lived
hiding from the fox
Hiding from the fox
The small grey hair witnesses
His brother chased down
FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
His brother chased down
the bully, and whipped him good!
He cried like a girl.
He cried like a girl
which was not such a bad thing
in the big picture
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
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