Haiku Tag

ah - child of the gods!
Toilet trained by excreteless
forms of parenthood

forms of parenthood
lovely evening embrace
and the moon smiles down.

and the moon smiles down.
casual orbital frown
Sun’s cries are drowned

Sun’s cries are drowned
A wolf in forest deep howls
Mystic Indigo!

:banana-dance: :slight_smile:

Mystic Indigo
feral child running rampant
screaming with wisdom

screaming with wisdom
alas - falling on deaf ears
wild one - speak softly!
[size=50](is wild l syllable? :blush: :laughing:)[/size]

wild one - speak softly
As the silence grows oft-ly (?!?!)
Night falls loftily

:laughing:
Night falls loftily
and into her sweet presence
an embrace, I touch
:banana-dance:

an embrace, I touch
tongue to nose to ears to eyes
sensing someone there

:laughing: :laughing: :laughing:
sensing someone there?
open thy eyes, oh dog of mine.
arf - my companion!

sorry, Oughtist, just couldn’t resist.
I thought of a dog. :laughing: :banana-dance:

Yep, dog works! :laughing:

arf - my companion!
fetch that bone studiously
picked, chewed and buried

picked, chewed and buried
the cycle of life, my friend.
unto dust once more.

unto dust once more
the Living Room surfaces
flakes of skin settle

flakes of skin settle
on exhausted night’s passion
early morning smiles
:laughing: :banana-dance:
Oh well #-o

early morning smiles
greet the induction of Sun
rising tomorrow

Oughtist, why not greet the sun with a smile today? :laughing:

rising tomorrow
tis only expectation
the bird in the hand!

`cause the moon would get jealous?

the bird in the hand
died of heart failure, frozen,
terrified nature

(ya, sorry arc, I’m in a generally pissed off mood right now… but it’s toxic to hold it in, right? :-k )

Oughtist, then maybe you need to find another “moon” who won’t get jealous. :laughing:
Yes, generally, it’s toxic. I have a good cry and then “think” things out.

terrified nature
come out of your shell, darlin
tis only the beach!

What, moons grow on trees??

Tis only the beach
what cares the oil producer
tanning bronze with gold

rushing through the river
of darkened channels
poor sea, frenzy of me