At the mountains’ feet, man came to build them a shoe; that is, a horseshoe.
Friends, this is probably my third or fourth attempt at Haiku. As you can probably tell, I am still learning – trying to mix in traditional techniques/rules, but with my own touch. I want to keep challenging myself, while not confining my own creativity.
“You took my love, with the greatest of skill and art. As the band played, the gentle music sold my heart.”
The breeze was cool, the night just became dark. The lights were dim, you laughed at my remark. The fire burned deep deep inside our hearts. As we sat there, I told you that we’d never part. As the band played, the gentle music sold my heart.
Your skin was tanned, glowing by the fire. While in your hand, I hung by a wire. And as you spoke, feelings we acquired. You took my love, with the greatest of skill and art. As the band played, the gentle music sold my heart.
If you liked this post, please check out another one that I read that was really great: “Triolets” by Short Prose. Also check out “Hawaiian Islands,” which was the original version of this post.