aurora tints night
mischievous starlight surrounds
muse sways ‘midst heartbeats
Category: Dance
Anticipation 俳句
dawn trembles ‘neath stars
rose fragrance seeks virgin breeze
silk awaits heartbeats
Truth 俳句
muted echoes rage
infinity trusts the odds
trueness above all
Curtain 俳句
onyx dawn revels
muse conducts midnight echoes
afterglow of sighs
A Poet is …..
A Poet is . . . . .
. . . . . 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 . . . .
Enthral 俳句
moonbeam confidante
scribe traces constellations
streaking comet runes
Moonlit 俳句
serene muse pens song
cosmic dance floor awaits hearts
dancing moonbeams whirl