For the crystal sculpture is gracile with an emphasis to be visible yet translucent.
momentarily
wait hesitate and dream-
imagination cries
unshackled
conception awakens-
formulates
hiku=haiku-in-english
Doubled= 2 separate stand-alone untitled hiku - capable of unifying into a six-liner
CARPE DIEM
the earth tilts
winter wilts
solstice seizes the day
Your avatar’s cute here online
I said, so to make her all mine.
So we met at some place;
I saw her true face
she certainly was not divine!
a light
frost whitens
the frozen verge-
inert below,summer
awaits
listen to the pause - silence is golden
A tribute to Erik Satie & his subspecies style
sunlight
in the shadows,
silver lining the cloud-
forgiveness heals with whispers said
aloud
why me
life's plantive plea
yet one cry,one call
a choice open to us all ;Lord
help me
spoor tracks
imprint
the virgin snow-
footsteps of yesteryear
echo in my mind
The winter trees are dressed in white tonight
Branches are lined with snow liner white
Delicate, frosty, pretty and bright
Until the next wind blows swirls of snow dust in sight
Heidi Sands
1/6/23
Everything each of us gathers gratefully or greedily, is yielded to Earth eventually, every thing.
Moving spot sailing
wrapped by huge waves of water
liner ship at sea...
Art is a one liner with a beginning, a middle and no end
bountiful land hungry world solar farms cover
She grew resplendent on the docks,
Growing upwards from below,
A magnificent sight to behold,
A luxurious hotel to sail the sea,
Rich, famous and poor all looked on in awe,
"Unsinkable" they said,
But mistakes where made,
Hitting an iceberg below, she slowly sank,
Some saved but most died,
The fascination with the Titanic to be evermore,
Sitting on the bottom of the sea bed rusting away,
A monument for those that stayed on board.
I slept on it overnight so I wouldn't lash out
The words I'd have said would not have been kind
Conflicted between feelings of anger and sorrow
I needed to pause and absorb your one-lined reply
Being your last priority has become tiresome
So I bit my tongue, and kept my thoughts to myself
And I've decided no longer to tolerate
Your selfish ways are damaging to my health
Two can play this 'waiting game' of hide and seek
By letting your one-lined response stand alone
As for my absence, well, you'll figure out how it feels
But this time it's my move that will be the unknown
August 29, 2020
@katladyt_
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