The lady ails,
her brain a fevered black hole
where poetry burns.
Category: Poetry
Monday Morning #Haiku 118 — Paths
Snapped out of muse, she
stops to ask feet directions.
This path. That path. Which?
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Monday Morning #Haiku 117 — Bonsai Tree
~Maple bonsai tree~
a daily meditation
offset by blank walls
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Monday Morning #Haiku 115 & 116 — Outfoxed
Young fox out early,
sees last night’s smells with her nose:
tracks, traces, imprints.
Young man out early,
slumps home, his senses awry,
outfoxed by vodka.
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Monday Morning #Haiku 114 — Astilbe
~A shady courtship~
Vegetation muscles in
on fair Astilbe.
Sarah Potter Writes 