Dog-ku

 

the depth some dogs bring,
 lying at your feet—it means
 more than these words can

NaPoWriMo/NaPoREADMo #12 — My life

My life


I flip through pages—
unread, unread—until I 
get to unending.











Keepin' the "Po" in NaPoWriMo....

Drive, a haiku sonnet

There is a robin 
singing in a tree somewhere,
telling the world he

is looking for a 
mate. A robin sings in a 
tree somewhere, telling 

the world he has found 
a mate. The tree somewhere is 
a tulip in the 

neighbor's front yard. Spring 
has come. We drive by the same 
people, sleeping in

bags on the sidewalk, waiting 
for the world to warm.










(Been a little minute since I wrote one of these...)

Phriday Phaiga 7/17/15

Have a New-phound Phriday!

Fragment of bone

the heart is
a bone, 
              burned by the
fires of life.

Fragment of coffee

my coffee 
is a bitter wound 
in its cup