The night suspended
Hangs like a paper lantern
A whiff of jasmine?
Late summer haiku
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Author Archives: Mikels Skele
Damascus
Red sky over Homs
A faint riffle, a stirring
Of late summer breeze
Among the searing flesh
And the fly benighted airs
A brief hope of relief
From the deadly heat.
Meanwhile, over Damascus
The whiff of colonial pasts
What if Emily Dickinson attended a writing workshop?
Such a lack of discipline, Emily! But you seem to have some talent…
Reblogged from Writers Write. Enjoy!
Carpe diem
In response to Carpe Diem prompt, Special#54.
Eat your fill, my friend
When life departs your body
It is the worm’s turn
Joker
This poem is in response to prompt #18, “losing control,” by Mindlovemisery.
Walking the forest path
Sunlight glittering
Rain spattered leaves
Clouds gracing a sky like silk
Suede logs bounding
Splat! On my butt
Mother nature is such a card
exiles child 