Writing Haiku 

The first line is five

The second will be seven

And then five again

 

Writer’s Block 

Long awaiting thought

That remains out of my reach

I might reach too far.

 

Off The Branch

Morning dew on branch

Bark is now quite slippery

Little birdie falls

 

Icing

Icing on a cake

Chef Brad forgot the sugar

Now the cake just sucks

 

Lullaby

Hanging from a string

Singing a sad lullaby

Until the string breaks

 

Cut Down

A little tree’s shade

Given to all without credit

So why cut him down?

 

Face the World

Face the world with me

Face both the truth and the lies

Because they are there.

 

Breaking Ground

Deep beneath us now

The Earth trembles at our weight

Now we’re breaking ground.

 

Floods of Thought

Hearing that old noise

A pen scratching on paper

Flooding it with thought.