Tag: haiku

Advent 4: Kid Stuff

Swing, plaid skirt flying Fists on chains, tight, white knuckles Secret flying, solo

The Blank Page

Not writing can mean Suffocating heaps of words or vacancy, which

Soup Haiku

Soup dog hungry watch Pacing, sniffing, wishing long Pot boils out of reach

Afternoon Drop-Ins

Flying grace transformed Landing, waddling, clustering Overstepping birds

My Old Man

Sweet sly vanishing Firefly flashing flying gone Smile before the laugh

June Porch

Of all things, flowers Sun, rings on fingers, suede shoes Luck is the jewel

Arrive Early

Sit in front, don’t hide Your body is a statement Presence claims its space

Travel Hazard

Engine light glowing Looming doom, every inch Road yawns to swallow  

99 New: Not Done Yet

The ink in my pen Seems faded, soon to run dry Till I shake harder _____________ Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

99 New: Change of Season

Chapped lips smoking lights Ashes-burned tiny rimmed holes Singed red flannel smell ________________ Photo by Sandis Helvigs on Unsplash