Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.
Morning ritual
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Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.
A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.
Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.
Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.
Sally Fields said it
best. Be they awards or page views,
validation’s sweet.
Rubik’s cube of words
adjectives nouns verbs form a
perfect turn of phrase.
Post-audition, she
was mobbed with requests, star-to-
be in student films.
Like green periscopes
tiny shoots peer from muddy
beds searching for sun.