rummage in your heart
to find a cell that indulges me;
like this refreshing summer rain
Prompt: Haiku heights
Tag: haiku
238 of 365
* mother
on her death bed
mosquitoes buzzed around;
she finally birthed a son
*crooked
crooked teeth I saw;
warm breeze lifted my white dress
I said I do – I truly do
Prompts from: Haiku Heights
220 of 365
Come Sunday, as well
manual work in the fields
under a harsh sun persists.
—
A warm night
abandoned, lonely
without a partner
—
Fly away free today.
Or let soft light seep in
the square windows
Postscript: Haiku Poetry is tough and I don’t think I managed to get it right. But Wiki How taught me how: http://www.wikihow.com/Write-a-Haiku-Poem 🙂
Carpe Diem 