Day poems

[pjthompson]

This ain’t much, but it’s all the creative output I’ve got these days. And I’m glad even for that. I call them day poems for no particular reason except that they crop up during the day while I’m dealing with other stuff. They are roughly haiku in form, though I wouldn’t call them haiku.

Trapped

between love and
aching responsibility
there’s no room for me.

***

Stress

My skin is tinder:
one tiny scratch brings a
conflagration of itching.

***

Life

will burst you wide open
though the locks on your soul
would frustrate Raffles.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I'll batter in the walls
between 10 am and 11
and make an extra hour there
called PJ

It'll be just for you--an hour out of time.

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

That would be so gorgeous...

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Thank you for sharing your creativity!

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thank you for reading it. :-)

[bogwitch64.livejournal.com]

Day poems...I like that! I think you've discovered a new art form. :)

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Or repurposed an old one. :-)