Every #novel starts with a kernel of #poetry. Journal notes for novels-in-progress include poetry #wips.
Will you // I have cut my heart / into petals, strewn them / at your feet. // Walk to me. //
Loneliness has gaps where joy or lovecan live for just a breath ~~~
Naked trees pull thegrey sky close---November's clothdressing their bare limbs ~~~
While my background brain sorts out the best order for the chapters of my novel-in-progress, I am returning to haiku. What better place than the lake during a late-summer storm, to roll words around the elements.
A black animal bounds across a snowy rural road and disappears into the trees. Identification of this large, leaping mammal is not easy!
The year you died the rain fell frozen in weeping sheets
Citizen-At-Large discusses the rules for being human.
Twelve wild turkeys on their barnyard tour lumber from the woods