The steady drip
from the kitchen faucet
punctuates the silence
as I watch the steady rhythm of his sleeping.
Written for: Monday Musings: May 12, 2014 - Image Prompt
Haiku [untitled]
Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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Today's color: White GISH Starchy shrapnel covers the cutting board-- evidence of a warped mind driven to carve a couch ...
6 comments:
You are a master at painting a highly detailed image in my imagination with just a few short words. So love your work, Lettie.
Thank you Andrea. Your kind words mean so very much to me. :)
Wow love especially 'punctuates the silence' I can actually hear it! Xx
Thanks Debbie. :)
I like how the sound punctuates your work! You are the master of brevity! Hugs!
Hugs back...
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