On what day shall I weep?
I broke my collar bone...
Roses are red,
violets are blue...
First attempt at a Senryu. My apologies if it's...
There are things
that nothing can replace...
I've twisted elements
to match the sparkle...
Clay-smelling objects,
mud plates and bowls...
She is
a lustrous flame...
There I stood,
entranced in the mirror...
I've written poems for about four years.
And in the same amount of years...
Proud that I'm a tree
taking root quite literally...
Your love, like cactus fruit
its tiny teeth sharp and taunting...
After a long evening
of mental anguish...