Haiku Horizons – Page 4 – aka, The Abject Muse

Misfire

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.

Lost in fantasies of Ms. Flavor-of-the-Week? Your silence screams her.