haiku, 11.17.08
November 17th, 2008 — 9:26pm
Posted by mobile phone:
Wind whisps his black shroud,
Slowly walking towards your doom.
Alone in the crowd.
Where I discuss things I feel are important, at the time…
Posted by mobile phone:
Wind whisps his black shroud,
Slowly walking towards your doom.
Alone in the crowd.
Soft sound of A/C,
clock ticking in the corner.
A new book opened.
Sunshine on the rocks,
heat shimmers from them intensely.
Wind feels like a gift.
Old homes creak and groan.
Overextend a body,
the same thing occurs.
Motivation comes,
rising from an unseen source.
Creating begins anew.