They do seem to mist more in the cold. Blade wounds more so than bullets.
Oh dear! No prompt is going to raise this guy. But this is actually a very intense poem and really poignant. Well done. k.
that be the soul leaving...
ha. nice visuals....and a neat trick that just dont get mesmerized when the sirens start...
Wow! Excellent haiku!Vapors indeed dance, though your corpose never shall again.How macabre.The long lost Yvonne Osborne
Is that a haiku?
MARVELOUS! :')
Ha! That's a rather grim haiku!
That's what the highway looked like on the drive home today. We actually had rain! Of course, it wasn't near as sensual as your poem!
yikes!
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They do seem to mist more in the cold. Blade wounds more so than bullets.
Oh dear! No prompt is going to raise this guy. But this is actually a very intense poem and really poignant. Well done. k.
that be the soul leaving...
ha. nice visuals....and a neat trick that just dont get mesmerized when the sirens start...
Wow! Excellent haiku!
Vapors indeed dance, though your corpose never shall again.
How macabre.
The long lost Yvonne Osborne
Is that a haiku?
MARVELOUS! :')
Ha! That's a rather grim haiku!
That's what the highway looked like on the drive home today. We actually had rain! Of course, it wasn't near as sensual as your poem!
yikes!
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