POETS
(Haiku)
Head bent, thoughts flying.
Playing touch football mid air.
A poem is born.
Poets express love
While warriors declare hate.
They meet at depth’s door.
Words elude poets
like water avoids deserts
until monsoon time.
Rhymes make cozy friends.
Meters have minds of their own
But married, they rock.
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The Writer
Pursuit
Black Ink Abyss
Iron-cloaked scribe
My pen issues gray hollow flow
of words.
White Blast
Passion discharged
Released in sonic boom
Shooting inspiration bullets
in verse.
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
[...] Jo Janoski sent a poem called The Poet. It’s a series of Haiku’s. How did she know what’s going on in my head when I try to write poetry? Head bent, thoughts flying. Playing touch football mid air. A poem is born. [...]
Terrific Jo…I love it! Shirley :)