Wednesday, April 8, 2009


Fields of strong young stars
Recite guttural prayers
Disguise hope as night
Hope for us is in death. Pure irony.


Tattoo Girl said...

A life in secrets
Transparency means unease.
Turn the other way.


Chazzz said...

Here is my effort from yesterday:

cool night air asks but
boldness cowers embers pop

rough blue moonlit stones
exit avails itself
destiny calls out

smoke aroma wafts
inquiring huddled crowd presses
tears reveal a truth

Additional thoughts at

EP Hemingweigh said...

raging tongues heaved forth
dark expanse envelopes me
unfurled with hope

Goat said...

Way to go EP! Chazzzz you were made to haiku, go ahead and quit your day job.