wind rustles the leaves
strips the branches down to bark
then skeletons dance
~
Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
Entry posted in haiku & poetry.
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wind rustles the leaves
strips the branches down to bark
then skeletons dance
~
Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
Entry posted in haiku & poetry.
Bookmark the permalink.
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Ancient Snow Turned ToIce, Glaciers Carving Fiords
Move Home To The Sea
Copyright © 2018 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
(In the bathroom)
Some-times I find,
that if I fix my attention
on a copy of the Reader’s Digest,
— solely & completely —
And do not allow myself to become
distracted by the siren call of
the other periodicals.
Just for a second, or, two,
I swear to you,
I can transport myself back in time
to my grandmother’s toilet
II.
“Hello?” I cry. “Grandma, it’s me!
Your Georgie-boy!
I’ve come back in time,
to use your bathroom!
— But don’t open the door yet
ii. El Fenómeno Ocupado