white wing dove flickers on a dim sun horizon . . . the moon grows quiet
Posts Tagged ‘writing’
grows quiet
Posted in poetry, tagged birds, haiku, moon, musings, poems, poetry, quiet, reflections, sun, writing on 2010/09/27 | 2 Comments »
worst part
Posted in poetry, tagged feelings, haiku, musings, poems, poetry, reflections, relationships, writing on 2010/09/26 | 5 Comments »
and the worst part was . . . really feeling the feelings and it changed nothing
just a dream
Posted in poetry, tagged crash, dream, haiku, musings, poems, poetry, reflections, writing on 2010/09/26 | 2 Comments »
it was just a dream but the larger than life crash rattled my bone cage
her trance
Posted in poetry, tagged haiku, morning, musings, poems, poetry, reflections, thoughts, train, trance, writing on 2010/09/26 | 5 Comments »
the morning hit pause for an outbound train to pass . . . her trance is broken
the real me
Posted in poetry, your haiku, tagged earth, haiku, moon, musings, poems, poetry, reflections, shadow, writing on 2010/09/25 | 4 Comments »
is this the real me hiding in the earth shadow . . . moon with no orbit
autumn beeline
Posted in poetry, tagged autumn, haiku, lightning, musings, poems, poetry, reflections, thunderstorm, writing on 2010/09/24 | 2 Comments »
cloud to ground boltage with thunderclaps in my path . . . an autumn beeline
white fog entranced
Posted in poetry, tagged fog, haiku, inspiration, moon, musings, park, poems, poetry, sunrise, writing on 2010/09/24 | 2 Comments »
the moon, sunrise white the park, held white fog entranced . . . dazzling orange orb
my harvest moon
Posted in poetry, tagged haiku, harvest moon, inspiration, moon, musings, personal, poems, poetry, reflections, writing on 2010/09/24 | 2 Comments »
I had to find you dazzling in your full brightness . . . oh, my harvest moon!
unaware in time
Posted in poetry, tagged haiku, harvest moon, moon, musings, poems, poetry, reflections, thoughts, time, writing on 2010/09/23 | Leave a Comment »
shining through striped clouds the moon reaps its bright harvest . . . unaware in time

































