Suspicious chicken’s
breathless sighs of feebled limbs,
running from nothing.
Haiku – 13
Words breeded humour
when I found myself summing
syllabled fingers.
Haiku -12
Gaining of values;
reviving the sanity
across doomed despair.
Haiku -11
Possibilities
gleam on the whispers denied,
and the future sought.
Haiku – 10
The torrent fusses
While the sun explores the facts
Knitted in falsehoods
