Carved for Attention – Haiku

his wooden narwhal 
sits in its place on a shelf 
I stare in envy 

Calm – Haiku

Photo by Ash

the shore is sleeping 
as the blanket dark tucks in  
night sound til morning 
 

Weathered

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A haloed nimbus, like a surge, it comes on without forecast.
Emotions raw, cold, the flashes like lightning.
Still I have neither a hand to squeeze, nor an ear to my voice.
Nothings protected but my foolish promise to you.
Those furtive actions lie forever buried in the sands of time,
like your lifeless soul that erodes with the winds of change.