My whole life I have loved writing, but haven't made the time for it. I'm trying to remedy that now.
Darling, hair aflame You burnt yourself up for love. But then, don't we all?
By Katieabout a year ago in Poets
BROKEN GLASS AND BLOOD EVERYWHERE (Everyone blaming me) i can't carry it all
Warm December days. We smile up at the blue sky; the water rises.
When I noticed I had submitted six haiku to the Blue Haiku challenge, the familiar anxiety I feel for the number started to creep in. Immediately, I tried to think of ideas for another haiku I could hastily write and submit. Nothing of quality came to mind.
By Katieabout a year ago in Psyche
favonian breeze a cricket choir serenades freckled navy skies
blue ghost of morning gurgling of the coffee pot a fine fellowship
saturday faerie sighing out through her bluebells too drowsy for play
Mother Robin waits, nestles down to warm her eggs. New life cracks through blue.
Skies are soft and gray. Clouds descend to kiss the earth, blue on leave ‘til spring.
You're blue raspberry. I'm stained from synthetic dye. From now on — real fruit.