Comtemplate

as the feather
sails in the evening breeze -
he questions the answers

Linked to Carpe Diem

Waiting at the port

Sun-

burnt skin —

    gazing with

        horizon eyes;

listlessly the tugboats sigh goodnight.

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Carpe Diem Haiku - Courtyard Blues

this empty courtyard -
shards of broken pottery
scent of lavender

Linked to Carpe Diem

Far from powerless

It's less this lack
than finding ways
to share what warmth we have
to bring some light with words
to watch the stars, to read a book
and finding we are
far from powerless
even in this dead of blackout.

This is a very late entry for Brendan's weekend prompt at toads that I also link up at Tuesday platform.

Louder than silence

not much was said

before we parted ways —

yet the echo

of your teaspoon stirring

still wake me up at night

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Trying

Poetry is trying
  just like lying
  relates to love
it's often black
and sometimes lack
   anything
but minor keys.
Let it burn you,
   like her letters,
but save the ash

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Not yet driftwood really

I’m both driftwood and

an acorn.

disappointment

and potential.

If only I could

chlorophyll,

I might catch the sky,

stretch and oak myself.

    

Instead I willow

bending way

too

low

not knowing how

       to grow.

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