Haiku #178
we had thirty-fiveyears. all have withered to dust; was there ever love?
Category: Haiku
I’m still exploring and learning the art of the haiku through the creative struggle. Hopefully, as you read these, from my first attempts to my most recent, they’ll show genuine growth.
Haiku #177
a furry patchworkin black and white spots zipped byas the mosques sang out
Haiku #176
missing the sunrisebecause I’ve blinded my eyeswith unseen terrors
Haiku #175
it’s a closing doorand a sudden drowning humthat knocks me out cold
Haiku #174
a peach-pink death shroudblushed for cheeks now frozen colda cruel mockery
Haiku #173
mostly there aren’t tearsjust bursting anger and shameunhinged, I erupt
Haiku #172
a rip through my soulwhen you took your final breathand I: Motherless
Haiku #171
one thought hits me hardstabs right through my wilting heartover and over
Haiku #170
golden sprays of lightredden and pink to darknessbeneath my bare feet
Haiku #169
drift swiftly loved onesa quick flick of the wings andyou’re off to heaven
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