Haiku as Syllabics

11:48

Flowers bloom in her veins

Soft smile, in a daze

 

1:07

Afternoon light shines

Fingertips on the windowsill

 

3:21

He wakes slow, drowsy taps

Sandpaper fingers, faint words

 

4:34

Toast and tea, tendrils of love

Rosewater dribbles on

 

Yet still they part

Dainty fingers up against the window

He drives off

 

The walls hang over her

Feeling them push her skin,

Eyes shut, breathe deep, rest

 

He comes again

Although he goes each time

Shifting in and out of rooms

 

Her lips part with

A soft voice, words unheard

Bells sound, chimes ring, birds sing

 

Therapy is long gone

Mundane waters flood their home

How was your day?

 

Teeth clenched, fists tight

They spit flames in the eyes of

Secret tunnels within

 

Like a snake

He sheds his old love for her quick

Tears it apart with hate

 

Her diary is antedated

Recollection of him

Go on

 

Winter wind inhibits her bones

Tear stains, one crease

Feather the last page

 

One last word

The story is through,

Leaves her here, wishing for more of you

 

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