poetry diary

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

Lost youth

Scented petals –
red rose against your breast,
un-wilted memories.

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

Only a splash

A raindrop,
joining a sunlit river,
holds a grain of sand.

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