But for the beating of heart – a discordant rhythm – I am obliterated by fog – numbness of unanticipated loss clouded by dreams misted
Was That Really Me?
Was that really me, signed his life away fresh-faced, innocent marched North then sailed East to unknown seas? Fuelled by anticipation, anchored by camaraderie, that
Armed
Influence minimal, once hair turns white and body slows to sloth Only words – genderless and without context serve to blindside Last weapon of age.
Bald Eagle
Intense, your presence, fierceness of talons, bulk of feathered might – humble my soul’s rejoicing, grateful to share this brief encounter. (For Granny Shot It’s
Wonderland
Winter winds howl, icy vapours penetrate, enchanting season. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: vapour / howl; and BrewNSpew’s Cafe prompt.)
Eating Wiener Schnitzel
He craves Wiener Schnitzel and egg rolls – complicated request – they settle on Austrian, forgo the Chinese. Noise of the place disconcerts her – rather
