dirty haiku

dark cave entrance
lit by shaft
solstice son










oh dear - i must try harder at 'dirty'. sorry nerk :)
 
dark cave entrance
lit by shaft
solstice son










oh dear - i must try harder at 'dirty'. sorry nerk :)

five months pregnant
spotting blood
lion in the grass

writer's thought
comes, goes
snowflake melts

never try to be dirty .. if you're not feeling it, don't force it.
but don't tell them I said so.


and dirty or not, these are both evocative and have fun word-play, which is always tough to do in a constrained form.
besides, you said shaft
 
Day 145

snow in the headlights
fingers between her thighs, all
the way to Portland
 
Day 146

flash of light in wisps
of white cloud, down here, hoping
you arrive safely
 
Day 147

snow clings to each twig
stretched across my road, glowing
gold in morning sun
 
dark cave entrance
lit by shaft
solstice son


Oh I loved this one! I get two different feelings reading this :) Knowing what it is like to walk into a dark cave lit by the light......and to be the cave. Fantastic!
 
:winter carnival:






gathering ego like nuts


re-lific posters
 
iPad writer....

fingers tap glass
creativity flows and dirt
fills the spaces
 
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the thoughts I share
the thoughts he shares
moonless night
 
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hearts pound like thunder
sweat like rain on our skin
floating like a cloud
 
brevity...

yes,
dear?




she throws this
lonely dance...

what?​

your point is?​

coming​
 
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