Rending Wounds

The winter doldrums
bring frigid rains and dry air.
At last the earth sleeps.

Quack said the small duck
Good Bye said the mother duck
Quack Quack Quack said all

Simple thoughts destroy
hell fire of the old river
that flows in my head.

Fiddle, Flute, and Harp
sing to mermaids as you dive
deeper and deeper.

Do like to read my Haikus? There’s plenty more on my blog.
posted by panascakes.

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7 Responses to Rending Wounds

  1. That 3rd one is pretty dark, pcakes.

  2. kumothebear says:

    Poetry is really depressing. just like linkin park and cranberries.

  3. Cranberries are not depressing. They’re selfish. They always say “OOOO! Look at me! I’m grown in BOGS!”

  4. magpye says:

    …and they’re so…TART.

  5. SpartanW0lf3 says:

    …wats with the 2nd one?

  6. It’s about ducks. Lot’s of ducks.

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