Haiku #13

Her mouth spilled ink and
just like that I became another one
of her heartbreaking, bestselling stories. 

Haiku #12

The quiet of the dark night under
The moonlit sky contrasted
The beating of their young hearts, under the mistletoe.

Haiku #11

There are numerous bowls of
Food, and as he invokes the Gods,
Images of Africa, he conjures.

Haiku #10

Granny made cookies for her
Darlings, but her dog ate those up
Before she could even scowl. 

Haiku #9

Peg after peg, drowning my tears,
Not understanding how we made it through the years.
Oh, but being without you is my greatest fear.

Haiku #8

Hidden after the deepest oceans, loftiest mountains,
Thinnest paths and nameless troubles lies the treasure,
Many of us find short of finding. The real us.

Haiku #7

Tick tock, the clock strikes twelve.
Deeper in the forest, Cinderella dwelves,
Her magnificence diminishing, she was overwhelmed.

Haiku #6

Sun, salt, beach, sand.
A burnt face, tanned hand
Lighting my favorite cigarette brand.

Haiku #5

Memories, written in indelible ink,
Can be erased at will.
Which ever, whenever you want.

Haiku #4

Different style for a haiku. The photo is mine, clicked on March 18, 2015. I couldn’t get it to enlarge. I was pixelating otherwise 😦