Going Somewhere? A #sonnet #haibun

winding road photography

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The woosh of passing wind as I move on,

the bam!bam!bam! of hammers fall away.

These wheels that crunch on gravel just beyond,

a highway exit ramp to the blue way,

where life slows down with every town I pass;

and burdens born from crow-caws to day’s rind

yeild to a precious peace I know won’t last,

but let the growls of grief slip from my mind.

Where, then, can I lay my head for the night,

remembering her ever-waking snores,

until the clock’s cukoo at dawn’s first light,

set’s me once more on my own tour-du-force?

But where else can my happiness endure

than in your arms like all our days before?



cricket songs

silence from your side

of our bed



for Real Toads Going Going Gone! (Midweek Prompt!) (imagined by Karin Gustafson)


dVerse Poets’ Pub Meet the bar with Onomatopoeia (pubtended by Björn Rudberg)





37 replies »

      • Reminds me of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130…

        My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
        Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
        If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
        If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
        I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
        But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
        And in some perfumes is there more delight
        Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
        I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
        That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
        I grant I never saw a goddess go;
        My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
        And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
        As any she belied with false compare.

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