Perched treetop high plump Indigo releases a sumptuous song. (Submitted for Granny Shot It’s bird of the day and RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku challenge: plump/ luscious.
Category: poetry
I Wonder
Is this life-play pre-staged – reservations made in childhood when fun constituted priority, and drama thrived, unchecked by adults, bemoaning authority, too self-absorbed to conceive
A Bird’s Eye View
It’s a bird’s perspective I envy – the ability to perch up high, balanced no matter the weather, unaffected by the drama below – I
Icy Destruction
Midnight, the water running between us, frigid the air – despondent the heart whose selfish outburst destroyed the bridge to your love. (Twitter poems @Vjknutson)
Old Codgers
Idleness fills his hours as if time knows no limits I devour moments, afraid tomorrow will forget me we see-saw between treacherous righteousness and fusty
All But Comatose
If death is sleep then surely I am close – body leaden refuses to budge, brain a slow crawl I would feel something – remorse,
