A weighty world’s upon my back
Frigid nights, shades of black
Paths all upward, no end in sight
Scorching days, blinding bright
Blistered hands can scream no more
In search of peaks with rains to cure
Inspiration awaits, so climb I must
For the daily quench of a poets lust
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Tomorrow:
Reluctant slumber
Half-a-wake dreams, awaiting
Fantasies of day
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Boom:
Mornings Burst – Coffee
Pencils Sharp – Ready – Waiting
Haiku Explosion
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Rhyme Time:
Constant mind of rhymes
Can be annoying, sometimes
But better than chimes
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Done-kuing:
One hundred haiku
As of today, thirty three
Tri’s and this single
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