Sweating fever dream
Their names echo from the walls,
My arms lay empty
15 January 2010
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ack, IG. Well done, though.
ReplyDeleteSoft sunlight breaks through
ReplyDeleteGentle breezes tickle leaves
Finches bring a smile
(just thought I add a little cheer, a touch of winter in Florida)
wonderful trio of haiku for a winter morning. Gumbo, I tagged you to play along... please? http://poyndexter.blogspot.com/2010/01/tag.html
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ReplyDeletebring it up gahdemmitt!
you're kiln me.
I love your words, so simple, so poignant, but what I really came here to say was...
ReplyDeleteI've got a blue Chimay in the fridge. It's spare. Want it?
I get it! :-) Proof that simple is best.
ReplyDeleteOh I missed this one...one of my favs so far...
ReplyDeleteEmpty arms lay lifeless draped towards nothingness
A void that was cold, stinging all that filled its presence with memory. A memory of longing, longing that had no purpose if the warmth of the walls the kept the fever at bay from outside dreamers...
hmmm, I have to work on that one...
I don't like having empty arms. It's nice to snuggle together at night with that special person.
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