Category: Poetry

Monday Morning #Haiku 187 & #Tanka 36 — Cliffs

Limpet clamped to rock
Centre of its universe
Cliffs irrelevant

Humans dice with death;
rocks only fall on others
’til they fall on you.
Eroded by wind and waves,
cliffs house skeletons galore.

Monday Morning #Haiku 183, 184 & 185 — January

January rain,
shimmering pathways, blank skies,
and a lone walker.
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January wind,
bending trees, lashing wetness,
and a happy dog.
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January days,
sleeping snails, stirring shoots,
and a hoe at rest.