Soul Messenger – Haiku
Beating of my heart in sync with your restless soul. We travel as one. A dragonfly symbolizes a soul messenger in Native American folklore.
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Thorns
Thorns I whisper your name. Are you still within reach? I close my eyes and see you – With a knowing smile on your lips. You’ve found the scars- carved by my own… Continue reading
Out of the Dark
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Crimes of the Heart
… Here in the dark I sit. Polishing my sins with a rag and spit. No matter how hard I rub, the patina never succumbs. Encrusted with smudge, it’s difficult to shine. Woe… Continue reading
Pesadilla
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I grabbed the apple. From the neighbor’s tree, it hung- too ripe to ignore. I see you there, thief. Mr. Jones’ silhouette flinched. He grasped his cane tight. Oh, this juicy treat! Where… Continue reading
Cover Me
Cover me within the earth, place me deep. I won’t feel pain. I won’t bleed. *Mortalità inevitabile. Cover me. I’ll shed my skin. One life ends – another begins. Cover me. Don’t mourn.… Continue reading
Haiku Poems Inspired by Master Bloggers
Over the course of three years of blogging, I’ve been inspired by the phenomenal art and photographs of many talented fellow bloggers. Featured are seven of them! I hope to write more poetry inspired… Continue reading
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She’s a sitting duck. He hears her heart’s pulsation. You can’t hide from me. Deft are his fingers as he aims the honed arrow. It soars steadily. Point meets its target. She gasps… Continue reading
