The silence echoes...
@cutting words -ya_ no rules. pause- cut_ in between: In this place #haiku do you see #tanku? [#micropoetry]
sweet soulful release_
It comes in a rush--then waves
cascading away...
In the glow thereafter
I am free of pain and fear_
basking in between...
I dream of blood wine
in the great hall beyond this_
there to rest my bones...
short slices of death:
a momentary respite_
preludes to our fate...
I awaken to
snowfall--a cold white blanket_
green--a memory...
The excitement gone_
now only stillness remains
as the glow recedes...
a song stirs my soul--
words and melody, old friends_
music in my head...
warm glow in the night
as I drain the cup again_
a slow silence sounds...
Time slips by unspent:
memories hidden in drums_
rusty drums, leaking.
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