The songs are ancient
Sung by birds who’ll soon perish
Sunlit empty branch
© Chagall 2015
Category: Haiku
Why, can’t you hear it?
I’m pulsing with the music.
Why can’t you? Hear it.
© Chagall 2015
I’m learning new words
Such beautiful languages
All my friends have spoke
© Chagall 2015
Afloat social nets
We value cold illusion
Compressed in our shells
© Chagall 2015
Irrepressible
This urge to keep on breathing
Yet another day
© Chagall 2015
Dots imitate light
Dead pointillists’ impressions
Days she’d fade away
© Chagall 2015
I miss her always
She’s approximately now
One single light year
© Chagall 2015
Singularity
Inside I’m screaming aloud
Without her outside
© Chagall 2015
Innovative sorts
Like Steve Jobs, only haiku
To the crazy ones
© Chagall 2015
Spectral howls beckon
High above the timberline
Where she begets stars
© Chagall 2015
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