willow sophie

willow sophie Jun 2019

Unfamiliar

You speak only words of pessimism,
a clear mind of prosperity
and optimism
unfamiliar to you.

willow sophie Jun 2019

Cursive

You write in cursive,
a beautiful twist of ink
leaking from your quill.

(13w haiku)

willow sophie Jun 2019

Ocean

I live in a pond,
but if I wait long enough,
I'll see the ocean.

willow sophie Jun 2019

Macrame

I will ask one thing;
if I am hung from a noose,
make it macrame.

(15w haiku)

willow sophie Jun 2019

Seven Sins

The sins are numbered
because there are too many
to name all at once.

(14w haiku)

willow sophie Jun 2019

Rose

The rose was the same,
and yet, she saw something new
each day's dusk and dawn.

(16w haiku)

willow sophie Jun 2019

Bloodshed

I fought in the war,
a sore witness to bloodshed,
too much to forget.

(14w haiku)