More iffy coronavirus haiku ...

yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #1
by michael r. burch

 
plagued by the Plague
i plague the goldfish
with my verse
 

yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #2
by michael r. burch

 
sunflowers
hang their heads
embarrassed by their coronas
 

I wrote this poem after having a sunflower arrangement delivered to my mother, who is in an assisted living center and can’t have visitors due to the coronavirus pandemic.
 

Homework
by Michael R. Burch

 
Dim bulb overhead,
my silent companion:
still imitating the noonday sun?
 

Not Saying the World Revolves Around You, But ...
by Michael R. Burch

 
The day’s eyes were blue
until you appeared
and they wept at your beauty.
 

Imperfect Perfection
by Michael R. Burch

 
You’re too perfect for words―
a problem for a poet.
 

Stormfront
by Michael R. Burch

 
Our distance is frightening:
a distance like the abyss between heaven and earth
interrupted by bizarre and terrible lightning.
 

Splintering

 
An unbending tree
breaks easily.
 
―Lao Tzu, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

 
Autumn Conundrum
by Michael R. Burch

 
It's not that every leaf must finally fall,
it's just that we can never catch them all.
 

Laughter’s Cry
by Michael R. Burch

 
Because life is a mystery, we laugh
and do not know the half.
 

Because death is a mystery, we cry
when one is gone, our numbering thrown awry.
 

Childless
by Michael R. Burch

 
How can she bear her grief?
Mightier than Atlas, she shoulders the weight
of one fallen star.

New World Order
by Michael R. Burch

The days of the dandelions dawn ...
soon man will be gone:
lawn fertilizer. 

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