Words, like cricketsleap from my mindchirping pests whosetrajectory eludesdulled reflexes,scuttling aboutperiphery of logic Harmless, really,in the singular –cacophony of multitudesthreatening to multiplytake with themsemblance of sanity Intuit a rhythmI counsel selfto define the notes in workable phrasescapture essenceand reason message but the invadersadverse to linearitydisappear beneaththe floorboardsof my conscious mind. (Found this poem, languishing in […]
How to circumnavigateunexpected glaciers? I am unnervedthoughts spirallingchasing faults Have I been remiss?Replay the scenerewrite the scripttill comprehension dawns What lies beneath frozen surfaceis self-inflicted sorrow:covetous desire aching (Image my own)
I like to wear garlicwhen creating art –keeps the demonsfrom taking part Days I forgetperspective lost –whirlwind of inkquite deceptive (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @VjknutsonArt my own)
What a delightful surprise to open your post and find those brown-eyed beauties and their haiku!
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So glad, Liz.
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🙂
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VJ, I hear a Van Morrison song coming on….”ooh, my brown-eyed girl.” Keith
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Now that you mention it, I hear it, too!
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That song might have been on my mind, Keith, lol.
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Lovely comparison!
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Thank you!
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I like this, especially the last line. Thank you for posting this poem.
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Thanks Geri!
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So good: “celestial flirt”
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Thanks!
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Thanks friend!
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You’re welcome friend! 🙂
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They are rather flirty!
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Always catch my eye!
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