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Haiku # 5

Haiku # 5   Velvet summer sky Fireflies flirting beneath stars - A visual feast .   Billie Holladay S…

Haiku # 4

Haiku # 4   As the snowflakes fall, the lost child waits in cold dreams for a mother’s warmth.…

Vincent

Vincent (In memory of Mark Flaum)   On my walls were sunflowers fields with haybundled clouds st…

Knives

Knives   Bulls in the field snort hot breath, cows stand and chew as knives are being sharpened ind…

Moss

Moss   It was me.   I cut the tree in the woods you couldn’t hear falling; you were too…

Remembering You

Remembering You   A ghostly flower blooming and withering, (or blot) blinking with colors that str…

In Nectar's Shadow

In Nectar’s Shadow Oh, nectarine from the flower so sweet, Why when my proboscis partakes your tangy delight …

Unseen Wounds

Unseen Wounds   The sweetest love letters remain sealed in envelopes; unopened, unread.   …

Asking Why

Asking Why   A whisper that brushed my skin Like wind in my hair.   A touch I’ll always remember I thou…

Unreality

Unreality   Walking on a street filled with lonely people looking downward. No smiles to be found.  …

Reaching for Dawn

Reaching for Dawn   The shades of dawn falling like colorful feathers plucked from the sky.   S…

Waiting

Waiting   Hard back wooden chairs dull pale green walls minutes morph into hours thoughts…

Eyes Wide Open

Eyes Wide Open Eyes wide open I see the truth. Eyes wide open for once, at last. T…

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