Five-minute poems...
Copyright Vickie Johnstone
Some haiku
We dance on water
When the roar becomes too much,
Smiling 'gainst the tide
In sparks of pure white
Sunlight splinters the morning -
A rush of birdsong
Tweeting from above,
Silhouettes of feathered shapes
Dot the empty roofs
In an old blues voice
He recalls a pure lost love
On the radio
Jane never minded
The rows or women, but too
Much was that snoring
Suck the creamy taste;
Pure white decadence unwrapped -
Milky Bar all gone...
Copyright Vickie Johnstone
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