Thursday, 17 January 2019

A Poem a Day (91): 5 haiku

5 haiku

We walk in times of slumber;
Zombie politics
Eating from the inside out.

A paper moon, served as a
Curling melon slice,
Drips slivers of silver rain.

Lashing the shoreline, purple
Translucence drags wet
Sands back between fingertips.

Carved out of clear blue,
Curving, this rounded arch meets,
Reflecting itself.

It lifts, mocking you,
One line raised as its brother
Seeks only to fall.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 17, 2019

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