Haiku #307 (Views)

Daily humid haze
Cannot contain excitement
Across the lagoon

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💩 Calling all crappy poets… #poem

There’s this Kamikaze who flew over me
For a suicidal crash landing on my poetry
The arrogant, ignorance was a sight to see
As such, I snapped it like a paparazzi
For the whole damn world to read
As a means to an end of everything
Hiding behind the safety of touch screens
Lacking the basic faculty’s of reality

 

Floss-silk

Her thorns are a mystery
each a sweetbrier
of history

With roots running deep
there’s strength
in her beliefs

She reaches for the sky
no rhymes or reasons
to justify

Thriving in a cold world
fighting for space
to unfurl

Bestowed by unique beauty
I find myself beguilingly
on duty

Barren of emotional leaves
yet still a formidable
tree, needs

Note: These trees are in my neighborhood, I’m not certain what they are, but Google indicates this is a  floss-silk tree common in California.