Haikus in September


I never once knew

two lovely eyes as sweet as

yours in morning light

don’t chase down the muse

filling cracks with poetry

wasting all beauty

do not visit my

dreams – unicorns are not real

i can heal just fine

those moments the sun

scraped across the blades of grass –

grey dark skies fought back

I see art in dirt

hear poetry in the wind

wrapping around you

waking to the sweet

smell of roses breathing fresh

sunlight ev’ry morn’

your breath smells stale and

i’m not sure I will want to

kiss your pungent mouth

© 2016, 2017 Erin Hoffman – all rights reserved


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