You wrote a letter with a fresh quill each letter flowed with fresh inspiration pen could not contain love that spilled oh, I know your clever imagination * but… then amidst the curly ques I felt tossed upon the stormy sea on my cheek a tear drop grew the letter was not addressed to me
Is it ever enough wave whipped frenzy your eyes in my love you broke it crimson intensity on my lips i make a card tucked in black silk you wave a heart
she the reason for his smile he the reason for her song they in-tune turn the pages harmony laughs along watch their seasoned dance dazzle misty night the moon knows the reason electricity takes a spike
Kristjaan Panneman takes a look at Kanshicho form of Haiku with Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: “I will look at the separate “onji” of “Kanshicho” now and than I will try to explain what Kanshicho was meant to be. Kan -> means: perception, expression Shi -> means extravagance, pride, poetry Cho -> means frivolity, number, butterfly Kanshi […]
The words sung in a song conveying 3 minutes of trite something like “you looked in my eyes now its all gone wrong” * Wish washy touch of your hand electricity is spent replaced with a sign says “vacant” over your heart * words you once said attached to a laughter we were writing love’s chapter pages […]
seeking for relief aching of a broken heart – love isn ‘t forever © Chèvrefeuille “Analyze that Haiku “#2 gives us the opportunity to look around the above haiku 360 degrees and tell its story so here goes: It had been a long summer. Nights never cooled below 100 and my coffee […]
Are you ready for spring????
What if he should read the words I wrote 100 years from now of knights and dragons and hidden away princesses would he think it mere fantasy? * I write faithfully with my pen of dark misty hollows places to be lost corners to be found hoping dreams never to end * can ideas inscribed […]
What will you find beneath your tree this Christmas? Romance? or… a wonderland of snow gifts elegantly circled with red satin bows 8 knives for carving 1 rope for climbing perhaps… a lifeless form beneath the fresh-cut Christmas Tree Read my “festive” poem “Beneath the Christmas Tree” over at Pen of the Damned.
Embrassez moi sous la pluie ne jamais cesser * never stop holding me with your heart catch love’s tears * catch love’s tears save them in a bottle for a sunny day The prompt for today’s Carpe Diem is “Embrace.” There are many forms of that gesture I was in a romantic mood so my […]