The tenital hum in my ears, and the electric drone behind the walls. The ignited engine of a postal truck, and the first notes of a sparrow’s song. And the rain-soaked ground where they predicted snow would fall. The warmth in my gut, and the flow of vibration […]
Originally posted on Tournesol dans un Jardin:
How I miss her nudging me…those sporadic visits. Going for a walk, I would feel the hints of a verse, a word…a perfect moment whispering to me. My mind always wanders…so hard to be mindful because my eyes see one thing…
Originally posted on Basho and Jung:
watching the mating danceyour eyes flutter toward meand away
Originally posted on Haiku Gravy:
peck, pick, peck?watching the girl watching?the pigeons
3/11/23: prompt-free glistening on a bare branch raindrops the forecast snow didn’t come #tanka#micropoetry#poetry
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