Poetry
Turn the elusive
phrase for that flash of light, bit
of brilliant color.
Poetry
Turn the elusive
phrase for that flash of light, bit
of brilliant color.
Brilliant flashes of
sunlight, drenching downpours. Spring’s
manic emotions.
Fear
Silent slithering,
cold coils constrict my heart, a
. darting tongue murmurs.
Rain persistently
pelts my window, while my thoughts
trickle and puddle.
Rusty wheels screech, then
slowly turn. Bad haiku still
constitutes a poem.