Dark night
Bell rings
Phone abstains
Tea cup
Leaves succumb
In the mist of my pain
Fog on the walls
Hidden Ponds
Electric rain
Clouds floating
Blood smudging
Under the train
Nose
Frosted
Bursting veins
Wet lilies
Behold the beast
Master of disdain
Sliding road
Unwanted child
wrong lane
Strokes of wind
Wet shoulder
How vain
Lost umbrella
Who knows where
keep it sane
Bubbles in her mouth
She calls it art
she calls it art
6 comments:
nice try :) why is everyone Haiku-ing these days??
seth
Huh? did I miss something?
and who's anonymous and Seth?
gus
i'm never surprised by your comments on my blog.
layoul, have you seen seth's poetry? click on the title to get to his page
yeah i've seen it before..from mysteriouseve's site
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