A mix of haiku today, from school days to the sky looking about to rain to football fields and flowers blowing in the wind to silence and colour, music and thoughts churning.
Out of balancing,
clouds adrift in jagged skies,
cast down, tumult come.
Shrivelled days, empty
husks abandoned in mid-play.
The unbeaten field.
Dreams lanced, free flowing
incantations of white light.
Pursed lips blow flowers.
Stepping over, we
reinvent silence in bright
layers shedding hue.
Circles, triangles,
patterns learned at school; lost days
half remembered here.
Add up and subtract
the thin from the thick, a base
of pristine heartfelt.
We go, feel the flow,
reel emotions lest they grow,
spill out the corners.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 5, 2021
LOL, love it! Thanks for reading :)
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