In response to Carpe Diem prompt, Special#54.
Eat your fill, my friend
When life departs your body
It is the worm’s turn
In response to Carpe Diem prompt, Special#54.
Eat your fill, my friend
When life departs your body
It is the worm’s turn
Finally, the cool
Gives way to sweltering sun
August descending
A good one from We Drink because We’re Poets. Here’s my take:
Blustering grey clouds
No cover for the weary
Winter eyes shiver
A Mexican haiku for Ye Old Foole.
O Margarita
Let’s you and I go sailing
Such salty kisses!
Certainty grows like
Thistles in the grand garden
Of ignorances