Your Daily Haiku

falls up my heaven
flight caressing artifact
thought falls to it’s knees

Writer status granted,
Steps cautiously forward,
Precariously thin ice.

old brash flame,
cold harsh times,
must watch tongue.

(sorry if its not a proper haiku, I'm still learning)

reply to post by B.Morrison



(sorry if its not a proper haiku, I'm still learning)

No apologies necessary.

We're all learning

reply to post by whaaa

thanks,
i did a bit of reading on wiki, and realize what I should be doing now,
I'm gonna post these non haiku's somewhere else

Smoking causes Emphysema,
I smoke cigarettes,
But it’s good for your T zone.

Must quit smoking,
Yes we can!
Shut up Barack.

kissed by wind the clouds
not another stupid storm!!!
trash cans tumbling

sing to me darling,
no notes of Grey,
don't forget yourself -

you're only made black,
and white too fat!,
to fit in the car.

you've made me a star!,
the crowd spreads far,
while I stab at your heart.

but where are your Grey notes?
there's none for you!
you're just a Piano.

reply to post by B.Morrison


love and song in grey
voices mix ripe then rolling
ambiguity

all chords soft swords drawn
against a word black on white
sight hears fields of grey

come now piano
back to bed perchance to dream
now that grey is seen

Elogantly dressed,
she's the life of the party,
what a saucy dame,

as seen leaving so
twelve bellies away orange
into blue farther

reply to post by Spiramirabilis


into blue farther
the one, the four, the five man
all I need for now

reply to post by whaaa


good to see you here haikuing again whaaa

reply to post by whaaa


all I need for now
memory thawed in birdsong
at Night's impending

reply to post by Spiramirabilis


the darkness bodes doom,
yet she sings her morning song,
or is it mourning,

reply to post by Mike Stivic


or is it mourning?
doves follow departing day
her pyre in shadow

reply to post by Spiramirabilis


follow departing
day fables await us now
fluid poet soars

reply to post by whaaa


the clouds become dreams,
the dreams become her folly,
the wind acts as guide,

reply to post by whaaa


follow fertile night
smaller tales of fallow day
poets of the fall

laguna luna
that God's a tricky fellow
something swimming soon

wake in seedling grey
wide lays of my small land hide
forests for a tree