a leap here and there
across reality, she stretched
her dusk colored wings
a dark shadow today
she slept over the mist clouds;
rains tomorrow.
yesterday she flew
light speed of thoughts at me
undressing words free.
shapeless,senseless
you my love, my life,my love
wonderful mess.
Written for September Height (day 7 ) , Dverse Poetics
life can be a wonderful mess sometimes
ReplyDeletesmiles...it can be a beautiful mess...and oh how fast she can move eh?
ReplyDeleteSome people can seem like a disorderly mess ~
ReplyDeletei like to think myself like one :P
Delete"wonderful mess" describes my life!
ReplyDeleteAn Agile Threesome
glad is comes together on paper
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Such a fickle being is a muse. It really is a wonderful mess she's given you.
ReplyDeleteMuse/mess. So true. Art of all forms is messy. Love this.
ReplyDeleteLove this set ... you've got to watch that muse ... playful havoc abound!! September Heights - Agility
ReplyDelete"wonderful mess" Love that and the rest of the haiku as well.
ReplyDeleteI think sometimes, it's good to live in your imagination :) beautiful. the muse and you.. :D
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
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hahah ..
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thanks so much for the comment dear :)
Beautiful.
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Like!!!
ReplyDelete""Then, anger
was a crease in the brow
and silence
a catastrophe.
Then, making up
was a mutual smile
and a glance
a gift.
Now, just look at this mess
that you've made of that love.
You grovel at my feet
and I berate you
and can't let my anger go.""
AMARU
Lovely!! I so enjoy your word choices! You create magic with them.
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