Haikus 13.35-39

Mere wind on your cheek
blushing lightly on the x
my lips long to mark.

I feel unstable,
a table, pardon the rhyme,
with one leg too short

to reach the floor strewn
with loose magazine pages
missing some photos

that were robbed to make
collages, the way we write
poems with our pain

and are left behind
with holes cut by sharp scissors
in the shape of love.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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17 Responses to Haikus 13.35-39

  1. t h i n g s + f l e s h says:

    this is charming. thank you for sharing your inventive and insightful poem with me. tony

  2. Whimsy Mimsy says:

    You did a fantastic job of using such common household things to describe the emptiness. 🙂

  3. claudia says:

    oh so nice…loved esp. the first stanza with the x mark..so cool.. and the collages..nice..

  4. Laurie Kolp says:

    Amazing, Ray… I especially like the first stanza.

  5. Ray Sharp says:

    the first probably should stand alone

  6. brian miller says:

    oo cool link between the collages and the poems ray…i also like the break in the second when you address the reader to pardon the rhyme…ha…cool that….nice man

  7. M.A.S. says:

    I think that the first one is so powerful it should be on its own.

  8. I like verses, the last one just slays me ~

  9. Intriguing imagery, Ray. Good to make your acquaintance 🙂

  10. Definitely fresh. The table, the x, the cutout in the shape of love.

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