Tag Archives: haiku
Boy and girl, sledding tongues, no words— Winter, gloves off. Advertisements
A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.
Writer’s deep sea task, how to breathe underwater– Air of faith, no mask.
It was his mantra– Hurry slowly, syllables resigned to vigil.
Woman, vimming grace, there is no need to explain– Your fire, your fate.
Man’s crisis of faith, bailing, fiercely, flames and dearth– How to birth perish.
Birdless solitude, Winter’s song, slow, deep, solemn– Musing upon spring.
Through a glass, darkly, splitting of selves by prism– Wide berth for one’s I.
Hear the bleached creaking, of chafed slats upon silence– Winter’s lullaby.
Dark holy silence, the fattest snowflakes are popes– no pulpit required.