A crow on the line It shifts once, claws scraping air Traffic moves below
By Thadeus 4 days ago in Poets
Lord Jesus, the hill I can hardly breathe...holding steadfast...up I go.
By Novel Allen4 days ago in Poets
Members crossing floor, Liberal majority Incoming uproar.
By Sid Aaron Hirji4 days ago in Poets
bathroom floor at night a tear drips from my red nose splat on the cold tile
By Tina D. Lopez4 days ago in Poets
Morning station light A pigeon hops near the rail Coffee spills on stone
By Melissa 4 days ago in Poets
Ice cracks in the glass A lemon slice drifts aside Chair legs scrape the floor
Wind moves the curtain Dust turns slowly in the sun A page flips itself
Train doors slide open Cold air moves along the floor Someone drops a coin
Steam lifts from the cup A spoon taps once on the rim Rain hits the window
old well, no bucket a frog jumps in anyway the sound of water Did you know that Matsuo Bashō (and other masters) didn't have to follow the form of a Haiku at all, it's a Haiku *because* they wrote it.
By Tim Carmichael4 days ago in Poets
opening the flesh suppressed by a tourniquet his eyes rolling back
By Bride of Sound4 days ago in Poets
tidal waves recede obsidian sands reclaim the jagged shoreline
