Solace

Archive-

Of my mind.

Swiftly shapes-

What was behind.

I find myself in the same spot,

Landscape hidden..

With driven thought.

You etched me-

I sketched me,

You come to gather the goods.

Tiny bird of solidarity-

Measured by prosperity,

What ample timing you have!

Bustling and hustling wings,

Slow dust filled holes.

The flying's not so easy-

With those holes

You know?

Haiku-haiku,

I'm not quite sure of you.

You found me with my holes

And my prosperity.

You garbed and rearranged,

bent, pricked.

Ate a bit.

You called it a word

I shall never forget.

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Reviews

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Well thank you for sending this one. Much softer in tone. Again, I'm not a reviewer I just type my impressions. This one has a much different flaver, and leaves a much softer imprint. Different than the others and another side of the writing. Thank you for another point of view of you.