poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

Inventory, in a time of war

Blackened stonework, damp;
shell casings (scattered) like leaves;
floating feathers, white.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘dove’.

The Teacher

Rose-red lips;
as autumn leaves fall, we kiss.
How could I not know?

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘teacher’.