Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Haiku 5

(Umbra.)

A cold stone shoulder
Chipped bedrock, crushed aspirin.
Decomposition.

(Penumbra.)

Blackberry briars
Indigo shadows stain skin.
Consideration.

(Antumbra.)

Tight whorls of dark hair,
Trees toss out their tangled arms.
Build something sacred.

LL, 4/22/2009. Prevail.
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3 comments:

  1. Craig and BethanyApril 22, 2009 at 9:19 PM

    Oh, a little nourishment. Thanks.

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  2. AnonymousApril 22, 2009 at 9:25 PM

    All of these have been fantastic. Thanks for contributing to the conversation and for cavorting on the playground of seventeen sounds.

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  3. Susan CowgerApril 22, 2009 at 9:41 PM

    You are better at this than I ever hope to be. Kudos to you.

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