Category: Haiku

a poet weeps verse
to liberate meaning from
the fetters of words.

resolve that quivers
like the face of a pond that’s
at autumn’s mercy.

smudged moonlight quivers
off a frosted glass window.
look! third-hand sunshine.

my fingertips twirl
apathy, while he writes on
my feet, poetry.

—
For Peeya