With your head in the clouds, you'll only see the fog and miss what is real.
Tag: haiku
Haiku written by CRMB
Bare
My words are the leaves of winter: gone. Not seen or heard or read. I'm bare.
Words
There they are: All words. I can see them at night up in the sky like stars.
migraine 7-7
The brain removed, then placed on two pitchforks and pushed inside: my migraine
migraine 7-6
A sheet of metal made iron hot and stuck in my head: The Migraine
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