Things
Things worth pursuing;
sun beams and prism rainbows.
Things worth sharing;
warm touch and laughter.
Things worth giving away;
forgiveness and praise.
Things worth keeping;
true love and memories.
#118
Things worth pursuing;
sun beams and prism rainbows.
Things worth sharing;
warm touch and laughter.
Things worth giving away;
forgiveness and praise.
Things worth keeping;
true love and memories.
#118
I gave the full moon prisms and watched her
paint rainbows on your shoulders in the night.
Living tattoos of silver light sifted through
pendant diamonds and spread in sparks of colour
across the bed, slowly creeping
closer as you slept, like a lover
attracted to the warmth
of your body, the gems caressed your skin
and rippled as you sighed.
#76
Morning rainbows hang.
Pendant prism reflections
shiver in our breath.
Palms cupped together
hold the sunbeam’s refractions.
Hands filled with colour.
Moonlit prisms gleam.
An eerie rainbow reaches
blindly from midnight.
A glimpse of ghost light
glancing in pale reflections,
Flickers in star glow.
When our logic failed
reason gave me no answers.
Hearts filled in the blanks.
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Like rainbows flashing
we ensnared the headlong lies
from nature’s alcove.
#286
The second haiku is an anagram of the first haiku
I used to love butterflies
till I found out they’re attracted to corpses.
I used to love sunsets
till I found out radiation can blind you.
And I used to love stars that twinkle, then I read
that apparently most of them are already dead
I’m not sure if there’s a dark side to a rainbow
but I used to love them too.
It’s a dangerous pastime and a foolish act,
loving things you know can’t love you back
and now that I understand what they really are
I’ll just like butterflies, sunsets, rainbows and stars,
but I’ll go on loving you.
#148