From faraway,
Falcon's famished fugue
For foolish flora/fauna:
Farewell, fair friends!
Fair friends, farewell!
Fie February's fickle fealty, fie!
Foxglove's flamingo flower, Fucshia's festoonery
Fragrant Forsythia, fruity fig
Fragile floating Finch
Firefly's fluorescent flight
Forsaken for fainthearted February,
For February's feinting fright.
Fie, February!
Frivolous fraud
Fledgling's foe
Fortune's funeral
Flinty feast
Falsehood's fare
Feted fable
Femme Fatale
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress6 days ago in Poets
Comments (5)
Superb love it
Superb! I also loved the artist's rendering of the falcon in flight.
Fabulous!!!!
Well done!!!💖💖💕
I love all the aspects of nature!