No-Prompt Thursday: June 20, 2013 (Prompt 7)

The Critic's Poniard

A flash of pugnacity
blinds
as whetted metal
stabs and stings--
every word
a subtle slice
to prolong the point
and make wounds weep.


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Haiku [untitled]

Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.