Charli Poe

I think out of 5, but who's counting?

lost in the lamp light
a giant sphinx moth flounders—
the moon and its mask

#dailyhaikuprompt

I've been told I'm a 9.5 on the stupid scale. 🤨👉👉

He looked even smaller there on the corner. The boy's wide jean shorts hung below his shins, and the striped shirt slunk on one side. He saw his father coming, a smiling, lumbering man, nearly 7ft tall. So large, the boy thought, he could carry the sun on his back
"I myth you," the boy said.
#vss365

that kid in school
who never lingered
in photographs

#haikufeels

deserted
a puddle of masked heroes
in an old ice cream truck

#dailyhaikuprompt
#north

This is so meaningful in the context of now, and it makes me wonder how it will be read in 20 years. I like this!

Sorry my brain read both ways instead of only the beautiful intention!

Taken literally, it's disturbing, but the emotion of your ebb and flow here really gets to me

his wet face turns up-
a loss of all the clouds
midst the snowfall

#hailufeels

the rasp of cicadas
children play
in the fading light

#dailyhaikuprompt

I have never read these, and I always feel guilty about it. I hope to feel that I have the time to read them in the not too distant future.

The point is to see others, right? To dwell outside of ourselves; as long as it feels honest. Not to say it's easy to read such a person...

Best wishes with the book!

Thank you!

A man
used to say:
Beware
the redundant:
wispy clouds
cold frost
emotional instability.
In #literature
he said
it's precision
self-reflection
intent.
But
personally
in my humble opinion
what's more redundant
than self-reflection?
I am a mirror
looking at
a mirror
in a room
full of I's.

#vss365

fireplace cracks and sighs
powdered snow on the patio
two deer peer inside

#dailyhaikuprompt

gingham curtains dance
the woman with arthritic hands
jarring peaches

#haikufeels

Law. Inviolate; inscrutable. A phantom pain from beyond pierces our tiny bubbles, but is distorted by the re-lensing of the real through the lucent spheres from which we peer. And yet, peeks; incursions; hints of hints of hints. Only to be conflated with the words of a bombast or a beauty.

#edit

Wily!

#Law. Inviolate; inscrutable. The phantom pain of an expanse beyond the tiny bubbles in which we lie, distorting all views by re-lensing the real outside these shrinking spheres. And yet, peeks; incursions; hints of hints of hints. Only to be confused with the words of a bombast or a beauty.
#vss365

michelin stars
the turnip soup flirts
with richness

#dailyhaikuprompt

another fall
breaks
in her brittle smile

#haikufeels

molting hawk soars~
new clothes
wrestle a clear day

#alt #edit

As a child, I understood the #language of wind. It whispered and sang, and I with it. It hinted at trees to climb and streams to cool my body. I smiled and laughed, and the coarse translation was rewarded with a joy that passed beyond understanding. We were compatriots, the wind and I.

#vss365

molting hawk
new clothes rustle
against the clear day

#dailyhaikuprompt

#threefourfive

I love your line 2, holy cow

lead in the water
a bluegill investigates
the ripples

#haikufeels

weighed down with snow
a ponderosa pine tree
nods to the north wind

#haiku
#north
#dailyhaikuprompt

clouds glower
a duet of cranes tickles
the north wind

#dailyhaikuprompt

warped ink ripples
scattered on old love letters
the last time it rained

#haikufeels