Cracks in the pavement Look like rivers approaching an estuary. Natural beauty, the shapes and forms wandering, sanctifies the road. Cherry trees branches, A wide canopy of leaves, Blossom blows away Sung geometry, held still and made eternal, Catches at my throat.
Tag: haiku
Where language began
Do we expect more
From some nations than others?
Why do you agree ?
Where language began
alphabets were invented
stories were read or sung.
civilisation
libraries were cherished here
mathematical
signs and symbols too
were made possible by sages
where have they all gone?
The ten commandments
Thou shalt not murder ethics
Are we all done for?
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Knotted
[Art by author]
Suddenly, blindly
She punched my solar plexus,
Never saw my fall.
How a deathly hush
Hung over the small room
Like a cloud of ash.
I saw his face scream.
His eyes shrank and shivered.
His sweet tongue knotted.
How my heart sings 