Is it morning yet?Can't we lay here a moment,And pretend to sleep?
Tag: Closed Form
Poetry that follows pre-established formats and and patterns for lines, syllables, and rhymes.
lavender dreams
Like lavender dreams,You're gone in the morning light,Leaving me yearning.
mountain youkai
I miss the mountains:Lonely spirits on the lake,Fishing for lost dreams.If they happen to catch mine,Hope they kindly release it.
foggy roads
Foggy morning roads,Billow out from sleeping towns,The breath of soft dreams.
reincatnation
If I had a choice,I'd like to return a cat,and lounge in the sun.And the lady I live with,Would treat me most handsomely.
wool cap
Wretched spindle turn,Tangle into a black mass,Rob the sky my eyes.Warmly I shall wear it, then,Even after your love fades.
moonlit painting
Scarlet ink splatters,Pale snow deepens a blue hue,An artist's brush falls.
paper lanterns
Paper lanterns caststrange shadows on drifting ice,Pale light, dark waters.
Offline
Turn off the phone, friend,And put it off to the side,Be yourself again.
beneath grey skies
Beneath these grey skies,Winter sun brings meager hopes.A ghost left on read.
Discarded Recollections 