Indulgence.The decadence ofwritten word will not sufferfate dead and buried.
Desired.Calendar smut gluedas holy murals on walls.How do I compete?
Conflict.Last time Winter broughta boy in tears, pawn conflict,and heartstrings sharpened.
Sexuality.My mother asked once,"Do you even like girls?" Ilaughed, "I like no one."
Bloom.Answer my heat withcold compress of written word;I will bloom within.
Photosynthesis.My love is meadowwhere the flowers grow for you;sunlight eternal.
Letters.I crave taste of daywhen your thoughts are brought to lifein text horizon.
Chained.I dreamt you were here,your arms in place of shackles;captured, happy, free.
Fontanel.I can't write haikuswithout subconscious reveals.My brain is exposed.
river songriver song from the riverbanksa stone's throwmet its echo-SophieC, 17 november 2014
Word of the Day, - November 18, 2014"Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I may not sin against Thee." ~ Psalm 119:11
Haiku in AeundhiBæuleahn shacaowǽduldh anjaunw soehn duch/pɯːlˤəːŋ ʃakɒːwaiðuldʰ anʒaunʉ sœŋ ðuh/childishly I thinkhow i'd like to eat that snowthat falls gently
Life on the NileA camelSharing his raindrops —With the desert.
JerusalemThe Dome of the RockThere’s a man knelt in prayer —Connecting with God.
Should I Die Within My SleepShould I die within my sleepMy darling dear make not a peepFor you will soon see me yetWhen you meet the endless deep
Wanted.Seeking silhouette:Read me poetry while ICry feverishly