5 – 17

17 May, 2020

In the cold, dark pond,

ice-capped, a hint of fissure,

glares Big Bob’s eyeball.

 

© Bill Engleson 2020

 

Most people see through me; I must be translucent.

This haiku is part of our theme of Translucent.


5 – 11

11 May, 2020

My imagined soul,

Thin as thread, or thistle thick:

Woven water dreams.

 

© Bill Engleson 2020

 

Most people see through me; I must be translucent.

This haiku is part of our theme of Translucent.


5 – 3

3 May, 2020

I see the far sky,

The galaxies, the heavens;

Through crystalline air

 

© Bill Engleson 2020

 

Most people see through me; I must be translucent.

This haiku is part of our theme of Translucent.


Dorian

1 December, 2019

No beauty this storm,

Bahamian ripsody,

Shredding the sweet earth.

© Bill Engleson 2019

 

I write to keep the brain in me alive, to keep one step ahead of the bailiff of time.

This haiku is part of our theme of Disintegrate.


Love

18 November, 2019

I wait in the dark;

Did I dream your waning love?

Do you see my blood?

© Bill Engleson 2019

 

I write to keep the brain in me alive, to keep one step ahead of the bailiff of time.

This haiku is part of our theme of Disintegrate.


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