impossibly, there
is in me enough sky for
these great blue wings
*
in these dark halls
I wander the meadow
unfolding inside me
*
your
blossoming my
blossoming
*
you look so funny said
the goose, as I lurched to
avoid the puddles
*
lost, at last
now I can get on
with my life
Figured it out, I think. I had not logged into this account for so long it was deactivated!
Wandering comes through for me here, in the series. And again, that center poem works as a kind of hinge. I like the goose haiku, it’s so visual.
Figured it out, I think. I had not logged into this account for so long it was deactivated.
Wandering seems to be the focus of this series, at least that’s what I see. And again, the center haiku serves as a kind of hinge. I like the goose, it’s so visual.
Five–
Thought I figured it out. I had not logged into this account for so long it was deactivated. But the anon appears to have gone….anyway,
Wandering seems to be the focus of this series, at least that’s what I see. And again, the center haiku serves as a kind of hinge. I like the goose, it’s so visual.