Where sun and moon intersect
A breeze leafed through his open book
Looking for a poem he whispered
Or maybe a winter’s tale
The breeze continued leafing making no reply
Leaving him shadowed by a passing cloud
Then came stillness, his book fell open
Revealing a winter Haiku
Tears from the heavens
The mastery of dark skies
Feeling desolate
Poetry from The Man Shed
15/01/2020
~The Poet’s Poet~
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Well done Chris, a masterly Haiku, under trying conditions……
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Cheers Ivor, one never knows what the outcome will be, well I for sure never know
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Yes, that’s definitely true, as I walk in the door, from my Thursday night out at the ‘pub.’……..Hic
….. and comfortably happy…..
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And here I am at10:55 on Thursday morning replying, what an upside down world this is
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Yes Chris we are all upside down and inside out…
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/11/07/inside-out-2/
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