Daily Haiku–9 March 2014

March 9, 2014 § Leave a comment

At the cusp of
three, I suppose we can
be cautiously near.

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The Kitchen

July 6, 2013 § 1 Comment

It’s been a while
since we’ve lived in this scene.

We claimed the two poles –
You keep out at night,
and I during the day.

We try not to touch,
but it gets awkward.

So you try for small talk,
and I feel like you know more about me
than I know of you.

I can’t reciprocate today.
I can’t think of questions.

This shawl of rain, my armour.

June 10, 2013 § Leave a comment

This shawl of rain, my armour.
Fluid against all threats it alters seamlessly,
Creating new barriers where those have fallen.

Forever chill, but never cold.
It stays wrapped around me tight,
Never warmed by the red of blood.

The rain falls sharp but soft.
Like sheets of silk against my skin,
In its steady flow I find peace.

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