

Haiku 1 A sometimes poet:Haiku 1 by ~dgregory
laziness beseeches him,
when he tries rhymes oft


Broken Music Box I pulled the stars over your comely eyesBroken Music Box by ~dgregory
stretching my arms stiff
until they covered your body blue.
Its shadows were brave enough to keep us well hid
for the shimmer gold in your hair beaconed all lovers lost.
We found ourselves on a beach, whose sand I could not place,
our bare feet sweeping the froth of the waves.
The brightest stars as our guide led us to the end
of a pair of sea docks and washed upon it
a broken music box, wood crippling its age.
I breathed into it [but only after you],
and from it came a sound that played like the ballet.
One which neither you nor I had danced to,
but our fingers entwined without words
to