dried on the bush
these roses
I never picked for you
*
but I have nothing
to sow said the hand
to the plow
*
caught in the web
all those dreams
I gave wings
*
too soon, I said
to the sun, said the sun,
you are the one who moves
June 22, 2013 by Rosemerry
dried on the bush
these roses
I never picked for you
*
but I have nothing
to sow said the hand
to the plow
*
caught in the web
all those dreams
I gave wings
*
too soon, I said
to the sun, said the sun,
you are the one who moves
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged haiku, poetry, short poem, what if | 3 Comments
A good grouping of haiku, though that title does pin them together nicely. My favorite: the plow.
My favorite, too … The plow was a gift from the class I taught yesterday … We all had to write down verbs and then pick one from someone else. Thank you to whoever gave me the plow.
a favored writing text that am constantly going to is, “What If”
my favorite of these what ifs of your is the penultimate one. “What happens to a dream deferred (or caught in a web)?”