Universe whispers
tickle ears they’re faraway
words I cannot hear
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Category: Haiku
She laughs one last time
I sense she already knows
life’s good at punchlines
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
A dark corridor
the light divides in two banks
shade under the bridge
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Awake her fragrance
radiates there from a pulse
aside her nosegay
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Thrown rocks at wind chimes
strike up the band let loose belles
now the ball’s dropping!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Her diction oh so
particularly precise
softened in her kiss
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Gardenia by night
starlight floors flying dancers
senses’ clouds mist seas
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
We weeded we found
what we’d planted had come true
our wish for seedlings
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Roots rained on the ground
white birch stands poured on the ridge
both slurp moist earth soup
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Damselfly hovers
flies patterns like asterisks
her prelude to rain
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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