Aphrodite pouts
at goosebumps
Aphrodite pouts
at goosebumps
wrapped
in his long beard
Poseidon
still goes “brrr”
wrapped
in his long beard
Poseidon
still goes “brrr”
hay all over the ground
an empty crib
#DailyHaikuPrompt #hay
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
hay all over the ground
an empty crib
#DailyHaikuPrompt #hay
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
or santa in his sleigh?
christmas magic
#vss365 #shoot
#vsschristmas #christmasmagic
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
or santa in his sleigh?
christmas magic
#vss365 #shoot
#vsschristmas #christmasmagic
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
on the night sky
bright stars
reminders of what
have come true
#vsschristmas #wishes
#BraveWrite #star
#DailyHaikuPrompt #night
#TankaThursday #true
#TankaPoem #Tanka #micropoetry #christmas
on the night sky
bright stars
reminders of what
have come true
#vsschristmas #wishes
#BraveWrite #star
#DailyHaikuPrompt #night
#TankaThursday #true
#TankaPoem #Tanka #micropoetry #christmas
warms not one jot
winter sunshine
warms not one jot
winter sunshine
a white fire, wavering with sunspots
the mirror, silver
a gentle ringing in the ears
a colorless sun
waves draw near
play with the sand, return—night
a sun that laughs, saying
it cannot take you along
#poetry
#poemsequence
#twosuns
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translated my #tanka
a white fire, wavering with sunspots
the mirror, silver
a gentle ringing in the ears
a colorless sun
waves draw near
play with the sand, return—night
a sun that laughs, saying
it cannot take you along
#poetry
#poemsequence
#twosuns
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translated my #tanka
hey, Oscar,
silver sequin shoes—
let your heels ring
and go back home
#poetry #minimalpoetry
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translated my #tanka
hey, Oscar,
silver sequin shoes—
let your heels ring
and go back home
#poetry #minimalpoetry
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translated my #tanka
the holy tree blinks
O shepherd,
when prayer falls,
the little lamb sleeps
#poetry
**** translated my #tanka
as tomorrow?
Not love,
not the wind,
not the inside of a stone.
Not anything.
And yet, how often I'm fooled—
I'm wading along
in the sunlight—
and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining
days ahead—
1/2
as tomorrow?
Not love,
not the wind,
not the inside of a stone.
Not anything.
And yet, how often I'm fooled—
I'm wading along
in the sunlight—
and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining
days ahead—
1/2