The fair was in the makingWith tents, wares and bannersFilling the bland venueAttractive goodsArrived in truckloads Glittering and mouth watering Shining and newEach pricedBeyond their valueSeeking Beyond what’s dueThen arrived the peopleIn swarms like beesSeeking the wantsMuch beyond their needsIn their convergenceLay the war of needsevery transaction foughtwith the deadly arsenal of greedIn the endContinue reading “The fair #haiku”
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The slice I see, is Me
There is a slice I seethat’s me And Rest There in the flowIs you There liesIn difference The world
Language of the Sky
Sky speaks to us allPaints the clouds in many huesBlue, orange, crimsonIt says it’s a new dawnOnly if we could listen What does it say to you?
Oracle – Tanka Tuesday
Colleen has crafted a challenge to write an acrostic poem with a syllable count of 8, 9, or 10 syllables per line or a mixture of these syllable counts, and our choice of words are: MAGICAL, CHARM, SPECTRE, FANTASY, CONJURE, UNICORN, IMAGINATION, ORACLE, or MALEVOLENCE. I am drawn to the word ORACLE Now I don’tContinue reading “Oracle – Tanka Tuesday”
A box full of memories
Earth ends it’s round tripAt the place where it startedIt marks the BirthdayAnother year is addedwith box full of memories Some happy some sadWhat one saw, did, felt and thoughtEach one shaped me wellthe memories I gatherIs all that I am made of I am me
New dawn
The new dawn waits for sunriseThe grey sky lingersThere is promise in the day
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