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Minus Season

There are no seasons for you anymore,
since you chose to leave us for death's favor.
No day to await or night to savor.
And so now left to me,
still lips curl a child's bittersweet smile,
April's breath hangs on the orchid's gloom,
but I've no mind to bear such ironic blooms.
And so now left of me,
only shade to labor, hiensight to see.
There are no seasons for me either.
No days to await or nights to savor.
Just a haunted heart that limps to linger.
8/10/15

Copyright © Chad Knight | Year Posted 2015



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War of the Words

A journeying man,
wars with words, armed with syll'bles;
Bleeds in the abstract...

Copyright © Chad Knight | Year Posted 2015

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Autumn Chase - Three-Headed Haiku Contest

Tumble leaves; fall,
golden red and yellow streaks:
a leaf's farthest reach...

Calico clouds, glow:
beauty's limit impeached,
shift and shade as seas...

Sun seasons life's taste,
autumn, encirc'ling in space:
winter's promise; chased...

Copyright © Chad Knight | Year Posted 2015

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Insidious

Tricky lands a cleaver's welcome.
Behind your words deception rings.
Beware that fault lines open,
that swallow and sever clean.

Take no blame,  nor part or shame,
why hearts end always broken.
Point your fingers, avoid your mirrors,
let denial reign unspoken.

Tricky landed a cleaver's welcome.
I call your words deceptive cheats.
Beware! A fault line, opened;
it swallows slow, insidious yet sweet.

Copyright © Chad Knight | Year Posted 2015

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Butterfly Gone- Work In Progress

I miss you like 
-the stars that miss the one most bright;
how the sky mourns the sun at night...

Copyright © Chad Knight | Year Posted 2015



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Tragedy In 5

A heart lies, cooling between the bones,
just waiting for a chance to beat.
How sad that it can't know;
the breast that was its mold
never cared for repetitive melody.

Copyright © Chad Knight | Year Posted 2015


Book: Shattered Sighs