The Season of Kindling
A quadri-haiku
Scattered Autumn rays
Speckle the scorched forest ground
Like droplets of rain.
Winter’s fired hearth
With gusts winnowed from my heart
Gives small sips of warmth.
Spring dampens my skin -
Charred and wet like tar glue -
Mulching my cocoon.
The haze of summer
Plagues the land with smokey clouds
Drowning in black tides.
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Kali Mailhot
hobby poet always looking for new things to write about.
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Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs4 days ago in Fiction
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Beautiful poetry! Touches my senses. 🥰
This was so deep! Brilliant use of imageries! Very well done!