Comets – Penumbra Haiku

Woven 俳句

silk trails white comet
aurora blankets heartbeats
rose petals braid dew

Writing 俳句

weathered charms ‘neath stars
comets scythe sharp edged moonbow
scribe etches fresh runes

Darkest 俳句

stygian rose thorns
black comets scar inky night
charcoal tattoos burn

Unseen 俳句

comet’s white umbra
withdrawn heartbeats ‘midst sorrow
white ink tattoos mist

. . . . . someone who picks up a seashell to hear whispering stars, not surf
. . . . . someone who writes to explore the dark, yet frees the light
. . . . . someone who skywrites without wings
. . . . . someone who stargazes using only a pen
. . . . . someone who paints the silence ‘tween heartbeats
. . . . . someone who reflects moonbeams onto paper
. . . . . someone who knows the difference between silence and silent
. . . . . someone who carves runes on cheese then serves on crackers with whiskey
. . . . . someone who would rather be a mime than an actor
. . . . . someone who dips feather quills into red wine for ink
. . . . . someone who briefly seduces silence into a captive audience
. . . . . someone who confides in starlight with no expectations at all
. . . . . someone who answers questions that will never be asked
. . . . . someone who would rather be a story than a fact
. . . . . someone who returns a wave from a stranger,
. . . . . . .then realizes it was a cloud, shaped like a dragon

A Poet is . . . . someone who is truly patient . . . . waits for the right words . . . . for the right person . . . . for all the right reasons . . . . for the right moment . . . . but no sooner . . . . yet all too often . . . . too late . . . .