Somehow, we have come up with two haiku this week, and I quite like the first one best…
I blame Colleen for encouraging Anita with all of her fabulous poetry forms.
Somebody needs to stop her, before she loses control!
New Butterfly Cinquain
Eastern winds blow
My breath is frozen fast
Sharp thoughts flare, calling from my past
I recall her face on dark glass
A love from many lifetimes
She stands waiting
Sharp frosted feelings
Burn, smoulder, with rage, life cold
Cutting through my heart…