Monday, January 2, 2012

Four Haikus

Accosted by paint
Smooth strokes covet canvas clean
We bristle…we beam

Foraging the gates
Perusing the mossy seams
Searching for the key

Lantern’s oil dwindles
As moon nears the break of day
Tired…yet wide awake

Solemnity sings
Lyrical in honesty
Tone develops pitch

1 comment:

  1. Interesting how they all work as one, yet can be seen as their own as well. Truly we develop as we go along from tone to pitch we have to scratch lifes itch.