Posts tagged ‘dead’

March 8, 2014


by Wendy Strohm

It is dark and I’m full of fear

Hold me close, hold me dear

I feel the cold right to the bone

And are we sure we are not alone

And now I think, why are we here

My memory is not so clear

The signs we see have only led…

Me to think perhaps that we are dead

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January 22, 2014

Haiku:Fault In. Humor Out.

by Venkat

Smash! Glass of milk gone!

Hand? Edge? Floor? Gravity? Air?

Carelessness? Intent?