International Haiku Day

 

fleeting life blossoms

tell of falling tomorrows

love but the moment

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Poem - Old Shoes

Keeping my old shoes

to wear them again for a final performance

walking nowhere, just stepping on stuff

the detritus crunching underfoot

the resonance almost refreshing

memory dust blowing off to somewhere safe

all the broken things rendered unassailable

the piecing together of fragments forgotten

or vice versa

catharsis an overrated oversold event