“Pen”
The trustiest tool
until needed urgently,
then ne’er to be found.
Steve D
Tag: poem
“Pen”
Haiku Sunday – Giggle
“Giggle”
Two wide-eyed gazes
meet each other, a stare-down.
One breaks, they both laugh.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Relax
“Relax”
Weekend getaways,
something to get through each week…
or just now and then.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Frigid
“Frigid”
Whispers of cold air
seeping through tiny fissures,
stealing warmth away.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Finish
“Finish”
Checkered flag in view,
but the end stretches further.
Dive, reach for the line.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Traditions
“Traditions”
Whether teaching old
or learning something brand new,
always together.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Millisecond
“Millisecond”
On the precipice,
caught between foggy choices,
hair’s breath decisions.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Social
“Social”
Old friends become new
through young eyes, developing
tight relationships.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Try
“Try”
Find that extra inch,
the last iota of love,
compassion, patience.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Settlers
“Settlers”
New territories
to explore, expand, extract.
Wild game of Catan.
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