Saturday, December 22, 2007

Cluster Haiku



A drop of oil
paints bright siren rainbows
on the canvas of the streets.

Dewdrops, diamonds
scattered at my feet
slicing every step.

A drop of blood
blossoms on the crazy paving
in empty cities.

One bead of sweat
gathers momentum
in preparation for a great flood.

One teardrop slides
from the deep reservoir
I struggle to keep inside.

The first soft drop of rain
caresses my fear
promising a fresh start.

I know, I know. Can't do seasonal and that bishop has got me marked as an 'atheist fundamentalist' so there's no hope is there? Anyway, Welcome to our new readers in Thailand!

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