i buried shadows
in the new moon, forgetting—
light comes in phases
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (11)
Indeed! The ebb and flow of life! ☺️
lovely and amazing👌
Stunning. Such a beautiful metaphor for our impatience
Oh, absolutely love this, Kristen! Light and the way it shapes the moon is such s strong sense of wonder and inspiration :)
This one hit me like a ton of bricks. It tugged at something in me, though I don’t quite know what it is yet. Nothing stays in the dark for long, I loved that just few words could cause me to ponder. Well done, this was beautifully done.
Three lines that say more than the words allow
Well done! Great choice wood word play
Very profound!!!
You've woven incredible depth into those three lines! My hat's off to you, my friend!
It's amazing how much emotion you can pack into such a small space. Beautiful haiku!
Oh my. This is deep, and beautifully written. Well done.