Haiku Horizons – Page 4 – aka, The Abject Muse

Like a Rock…

the chip of diamond in my ring, some days feels more like a cement slab.

Just star-crossed lovers without a future to share — Cupid missed his shot.

Stone Age Valentine: Bundled twigs, and no matches. T-rex tartare, Grog?

crisp, Shasta daisies strands of black, freshwater pearls — you cheated again?

Springtime on the farm: birds sing, flowers bloom, flies buzz animal’s tails swat.