haiku – Page 10 – Words and Feathers

of a feeling
that stirs that feeling anew
and using it like seed money
for a gambler
rolls the dice
and see what feeling
what words
expose themselves
the cheeky little bastards

i am breaking
rending
splitting down the middle
and the words are failing
the words are falling
the words fall

leaves, all

and i am in pieces
and no hands will
bother to reassemble me

Poem 20151201

December 1, 2015 crow1 Comment

hard to write poems
when your mouth dries up, dusty
and the words wither

Poem 20151125

November 25, 2015 crow

the view at lunch
clouds sailing over freeway
cars streaming under

Poem 20151120

November 20, 2015 crow

frost on sunlit grass
a pocket of mist, no geese
–autumn finally

Poem 20151113

November 13, 2015 crow2 Comments

fingers move across
the keys–but there on the screen
the lovers’ hands touch