Tag: monostich

her lips hint at cold gales to come

first light the night boards the bus back home

still in awe of fire the caveman in us never died

the mist overhead threatens to crush us

the godless man and the thunder at an impasse

after dark the storm refuses to sleep

lightning fills the cat shadow

deathbed shadow memories on replay

blowing raspberries at the autumn moon silly kid

blind god taps his cane thrice the train arrives