A chill windharangues face and ears;biting stingsslap at me —Höðr’s whispers telling meI will see no peace.
Tag: Poetry
Tanka Thursday — 2022.02.24
That hard edgewhere the Earth and Skybrush soft —shooting beats of energyon both sides of that mirror.
It’s my Creation — is it real?
Life is wrapped in my creation,though I float on the snippets I might dowhile I work though hesitation. Filling voids left by inflation,I conjure things new, bespoke, that ring true —life is rapt in my creation. But fixed to preserve my position,life recedes to a … Continue reading It’s my Creation — is it real?
A Tip of the Iceberg
Timeand tidemaking marksindelible —etching on my face,stone carvings under icemade thicker from passing storms,thunderstruck and glowing vibrant,molten and forging new weapons withresolution that this world will not fail I don’t know if I have too much to say today. I’m getting ready to start a … Continue reading A Tip of the Iceberg
Telling Fibs
Today I am fibbing, hardcore. Trying something different.
Looking for loose change
There’s some change
riding on the wind.
Never fear!
Change is good —
without that, we might never
truly live.
A Long for Sumarr
The fragilesensibilityof wintercould onlyreticently relinquishits unyielding grip; this cold wavestill deepens fearthat the spring’simminentreturn is a matter ofopinion. Stretching ears:drops of melting ice!Those chilled tearsmight bring hope,or might lengthen these slenderpikes of winter’s fire. No false hopes.No wasted regrets.Our suns riseand return,vague practitioners passingin cryptic … Continue reading A Long for Sumarr
Somehow I got to Stairway?
Boy, writing is hard. Or maybe all I need is a handful of words. Maybe someday I won’t have to say anything at all.
Out of the Draft Box, Part 4: Haiku Today 2015.10.23 —
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Out of the draft box, Part 3: Haiku Today 2015.10.24 —
Over six years ago, the sky turned grey as the season flipped over to Autumn . . .
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