Haikus 28.9.19

Peek

When I take a peek
at the dreams I’ve locked away,
time seems more precious.

Need

my addictive need
an old friend’s bitter whisper
so familiar

Dust

as I watch dust motes
anger burning my reason
she touches my hand

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s