humor
Waxing for all the Waning
Dear Lunar Neighbour, Pick a shape, and stick with it! Signed, all Earthlings... * Note: I know that a haiku for this Challenge might seem rather odd, but I think that the best notes to neighbours and the like should be brief, and I have also just hit the right word count, so there.
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Poets
Rope.
You pulled like truth on trial as if I were the prize as if my grip were proof of how tightly love can bruise. But I saw the sky behind your shoulder wide and waiting I saw my own hands tired of their ache. So I let go And you, magnificent fool, tumbled backward into your own echo The sound of it was better than any apology. I stood there empty palmed weightless as a new idea. And laughter clean as rain after dust found me first.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.3 months ago in Poets
