Thoughts

 

thoughts

my thoughts

wild – rebellious

children

scampering

here and there

never stopping,

never pausing

not even to catch a breath

 

nor do they seem to care

that time is passing

 

other times

nothing, nada, zilch

nil

not even a trickle

to soothe my parched

and fevered brain

What is there

what little bit

seems stuck

mired down in mists

of trouble and turmoil

not apathy — no.

I should be so lucky.

Not even wanting to get

unstuck

out of the muck.

 

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Haiku Challenge #28

 

Haiku Challenge #28
Prompt: Bridge

From Spring’s pastels
To Summer’s fiery array
A gentle bridge

2.
Crossing the bridge
at twilight, moon reflected;
Peacefully, serene.