The Slowly Burning Flower

A collection of some of my poetry

Said the river to the earth
As it wandered down its way
"What has befallen both of us
to bring us to this day
I myself am dying
I know this to be true
For my bed is quickly drying
Where the waters once ran blue
And you yourself are ruined
your beautiful sweet face
Marred by faithless stewards
Who have laid the world to waste
The valleys and the hilltops
Are laid low by human hands
The deserts and the beaches
Lay dead beneath their sands
But though The mighty mountains
Bent with age refuse to fall,
Where have all the forests gone
where proud trees once stood tall?
And where are all the creatures
With their wings and fangs and fur?
I cannot help but weep for
The wildernesses we once were."

To write a Haiku
Isn't as hard as you think
Anybody can

Little is needed
Just some imagination
and inspiration

You can make them soft
as a pillow or a cloud
gentle and humble

You can make them hard
like a mountain or a stone
proud and courageous

Anything you think
can be a beautiful verse
with simple haiku

Create a haiku
a burst of beauty
of your very own