We Night Birds
We hollow-boned preen
by day, ’til Night feathers nests
and opens pent souls.
Open and Read, If You Dare
Here lie life’s pages
not flitt’ry on the gurney
but splint’ring the eye.
Image from the “The Way Eye Sees It” photography blog by Herb Paynter.
Mama Maelstrom
Dreams pelt swift these days,
open holes in mind-windows,
gouge out doughy hopes.
Life’s Sentences
I once knew a man
so open-minded, the book
submerged, and tabloid rose.
With Nothing But Writing to Guide Me
Carry me across
divided worlds, burned bridges
minds, eyes, hearts — o, pen.
Haiku crafted especially for Week 17 of Haiku Horizons, with the prompt this time being “open.”
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