Looking at these birds,
Freely flying by the sea,
Sets my spirit free.
~ Poetictouch
Who knows not the thief of time?
He’s that fiend who slyly steals
And thrives upon suspended dreams,
Upon the things we could have done
Or could have seen or had or been,
Upon our unaccomplished aims
And our hibernating schemes,
Who dwells within us unobserved,
Depleting us of animation.
Who knows not Procrastination?
~ Poetictouch
I dream a gentle nightingale
Is sweetly singing on a tree
And that a crafty slimy fox
Is slyly watching from afar.
My inner self then wakes me up
And whispers in my ear: Beware!
~ Poetictouch
What is a haiku?
The essence of a moment
Concisely conceived.
~ Poetictouch
You’re mine and I’m yours,
Said my Dad on his deathbed,
Looking at my Mom.
~ Poetictouch