Passions

Passions
Fear, love, hope, hate
I planted them and watched
But I forgot to water them
They died

We Sit (Vickie and Me)

We sit
on folding chairs
in the cool morning air
all stories told, memories shared
Silent

Billy Collins

familiar intro
unexpected direction
humorous ending

robot haiku blogger

state the obvious
in mechanical fashion
publish and repeat

I've made an effort

I've made an effort
to render my poetry
less accessible—
I've revised my revisions
and removed the imagery.

My poetic style (Self Critique)

My poetic style

radiates the warmth of a

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Night Shift

I suffer this night
with the plodding weariness
of a laden mule.