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Poem: Where do the Words Hide

In celebration
I thought I would write
long lyrical poems
each April morning

Then
nothing
happened

The blank screen mocking
it’s cursor laughing
at my dysfunction
of failed lexicon

There’s
nothing
inside

Imagination
is a dried desert
drifting in the wind
whispering of death

Til
nothing
remains.

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Haiku: Flaw

March winds dance wild swirls
trees bend double in homage
sharp crack splinters free

Haiku: Itch

sharp line eastern edge
wide red crack scratched on blue
it bleeds like crazy

Haiku: Relapse

cold cruel winter wind
slips ice over crocuses
spring fever is cured

crocus-ice

Haiku: Awakening

spring time fresh blossoms
awaken ripe memories
unborn strawberries