moonbeams dance on my pillow this unknown summer night venus blooms like cereus in an ebony sky a hushed wind carries My dreams to you I pick up my pen...
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Faucets in the sky
dark rain clouds now fill the blue sky hiding the sullen sun behind even as he comes out to try to melt the ice buttress outlined. the sky is just waiting to burst, even as thunder rolls, lightening strikes quenching thirst as nature is nursed drenching well enough to suffice. faucets have opened in the sky misting the air with crystal drops shimmering like icicle pops splattering, moistening soil still dry. dribbling into gurgling brooklets splashing merrily on rocks and ponds tracing small, tiny rivulets bridges, archways betwixt dewy fronds. i feel the soothing pureness pour over my skin, into my soul rejuvenating to restore freshness of spirit as a whole.
a lone duck
in the crepuscule waters
a lone duck
swims home
a starfish snuggles
a starfish snuggles
rocked by gentle ocean tides-
watery sand bed
A haiku for september
I found a poem in the silence of my loss- ink has long since dried #haiku
Cloudburst
Lightening forks cloud laden sky Wind carries thunders' cry Water droplets from heavens fly Drenching the dry, drenching the dry. Liquid sunshine pours down Summer heat melts away to drown Sky, earth having a showdown Teary breakdown, teary breakdown. Curtain of crystalline sprinkling, Water droplets streaming, twinkling Freshess of dew, glistening Raindrops gushing, splashing tinkling,dripping, drip drop tinkling.
Poetry whispers
bedecked handwritten words drifting in space enduring through different time-zones in the pale of equinox and solstice serenading to the allure of vowels, consonants narrating their saga words dream into pages into eternity celebrating liberation of the quintessential poet within rhapsodizing a rendezvous kindling lost memories nestling between pages. #rictameter
becoming civil
civil war- how much more civil can we get? #haiku #war #syria
