Hometown Haiku
All ready to sell,
the childhood house stands empty,
but for memories.
Tag: longing
Because the world needs more love poetry
LUMBERJACK LOVE
Though I am not a hirsute man nor burly,
I love you with a lumberjack-type love.
The only axe I take in hand securely,
This meager pen across the page I shove.
Please treat me not so fickle nor so surly,
Don’t shield your limbs below nor lips above.
I aim to fell you skillfully and purely;
Each word’s to chip the bark around your love.
Hometown haiku
Old streets remind me
I did not know compassion
When I walked them then.
Midsummer Haiku
Hidden in the trees
A solitary dove calls.
Again, my heart breaks.
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