Alack, alas, I say to thee,
My stalwart, wizened friend
That you should be so tied to me
Until the bitter end
Tag: micropoetry
Sunburn
Such heat emits the summer sun
Upon my weary skin
Such woe betides th’unlucky one
Whose days are spent within
7/12/2021 – how hot the flames (a haiku)
The fire in my heart
Burns brightly for only one
But how hot the flames
7/9/2021
When shadows come and dance upon
The plain and quiet walls
I ‘magine myself away, gone
Till I don’t hear their calls
7/7/2021
And when I stop to think
Of greater things
Portents
Of import
Then do I wonder at the world
7/1/2021 – a gift
Not idly does the sun
Rise o’er the horizon line
Each day it brings
Is a gift
6/29/2021
So often my thoughts turn
Spin
Run
When I would have them be still
6/11/2021 – gazing at the horizon
For what do we so often pine
When we gaze at th’horizon line?
6/9/2021 – the movers
Hurried wanderers bereft of coin
With naught but tales and stories for to tell
They are the movers of thought
6/2/2021
What wisdom hath man,
He who destroys so?
