Tag: haiku

#PoeticAnswers 68 – Are These Questions Getting Too Specific?

It is my worry
That the questions are lost in
Deep obscurity.

Abstract answers are
Coming from absurdity
Leave my readers lost.

Maybe tomorrow
Will be different and normal.
But probably not.

Question from Michael Clark from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 62 – What Do Clouds Taste Like?

Clouds taste like journeys,
Travels and memories of
Places they’ve been before.

Evaporation,
Water dying from the heat,
Heading heavenward.

Condensation, the
Droplets come together like,
Soft, cold, sad choirs.

Precipitation,
The weight of emotion makes
Them want to fall back.

Fall back to the earth,
Recycled as rivers, seas
And oceans from raindrops.

But sometimes, they’re lost,
Dripping onto your tongue to
Hydrate and help you.

Then lost forever,
Lost in a thoughtless moment,
Tasting like sadness.

Question from my best friend and favourite kitten, Courtney G

#PoeticAnswers 46 – Is It Bedtime Yet?

I want to say yes,
But it’s only two-thirty.
Ten hours to go.

Sorry, not quite yet.
We need you to do something,
It shouldn’t take long.

The buses don’t run,
You’ll need to walk home, sorry.
Should take an hour.

Home at last, bedtime.
What’s that noise? No, it can’t be.
It’s time to get up.

I ask myself this every day.  

#PoeticAnswers 33 – Who Do You Tell When You Eat A Banana?

I don’t tell a soul.
I just breathe a sigh as I
Look into their eyes

A private moment,
Awkward, erotic, secret.
This is ours to keep.

As the moment ends,
They leave, confused and hungry.
They don’t tell a soul

Question from Michael Clark from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 29 – Where Do Butterflies Sleep?

He woke in the spring.
He did not feel beautiful.
He cried and took wing.

His chrysalis gone,
Warm summer grass became bed,
Clinging on, he slept.

Leaves fell with autumn,
The grass wilted and skies greyed,
He was left homeless.

Tired, he sought refuge.
A crevice, a bed of stone.
Then the winter came.

Question from Lucero I. from Facebook