Blues in Haiku

A hot summer day
but not a chill in the air
of the ice blue skies.

Chirps, a mocking bird
while the clouds hang, head over
and the sky is blue.

Her eyes shed water,
as the children play, and splash
pools of crystal blue.

Purple Passion


I wished for you in purple passion

I always get my wish you see

A princess dressed in every fashion

I wished for you in Purple passion

A man so debonair and dashin’

A prince who brimmed with royalty

I wished for you in purple passion

I always get my wish you see.



The Night He Died


Ran shackled buildings, mirrored my time worn spirit

Hours  passed, and birds had flown, and

Soon- Dusk...  beget nightfall.

Crows hid, Inside the pitch of black

and cats, roamed cryptic alleys.


As I yielded to life's abandonment,

vague were the  memories

of that somber night.

Dripping in perfumed tears,

dreary and hollow did the earth embrace me.

I cursed the eve of death.


Barren, I lay, crumbled and dour.

Dressed in garb's blackness-

Every face and stare, went unnoticed,

for void were my eyes, streaked

with crimson. And far were dismal

echoes of communication,

as, the sound of death, drowned

the  crickets stridulation.


A crash of light came.... uninvited

but, downcast were my eyes.

And yarrow, did not bloom.


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