Monday, 11 December 2017

My mind

reminds me to sleep 

my eyes ignore


lingering scent 

of the night brings me 

to sleep


Lighted bright 

 the night pretends 

like a day


homecoming

my impatient shadow 

reaches before me


the stars blink 

when the moon kisses 

the cloud


Despite the lamppost 

The street longs for 

presence of moonlight


that night when 

tadpoles dance away 

old frog’s final night


Near to the end

the old frog longs for 

the tadpoles


Little red

Embrace the rain 

fearless


I let go of 

wind in my tummy

 With last night rain


I arrange 

A sound proof room for 

a farting friend


night falls

heads on the pillow 

ideas float


I make a frog 

into a 

haiku


frog haiku

my thoughts 

Leap


eyes, half open 

I replied your 

messages


my pet frog 🐸 

finishes its book today 

in my pocket


after drowning 

in the wine glass

the frog burps !


how shitty  

my butt stuck at 

the toilet bowl


haiku stream 

choked up with 

rubbish


a skylark 

bathes in a puddle 

naked



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