My door open, but
the rooms are empty, thoughts like
forgotten relics.
Abandoned haiku blog
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My door open, but
the rooms are empty, thoughts like
forgotten relics.
Daily Archives: December 21, 2008
Away too long
Stories always tell
of the one who wanders, then
returns home…like me.
Longest night of the year
Soon, darkness recedes.
But tonight I wrap myself
in velvet-starred black.
Silence
You don’t notice the
absence of sound until you
strain to hear something.
Unemployed Christmas
Can days be merry
and bright? Jobs – like ornaments –
fragile, out of reach.
a haiku a day 