Persona
He is afraid of leaving,
But knows he needs to go
Leave this city forever
And never look back.
He peeks through the crack
In his bedroom door.
The living room is quiet,
As his family has all gone to sleep.
Clutching his suitcase,
He slips out of the house,
Takes off like a thief in the night.
He walks to the train station,
Boarding the last train to the coast.
As the train pulls away,
He never looks back.
He will never return.
He arrives at his destination
Early in the morning.
The sun shines
And the birds sing.
He feels like a new person
Than he was the night before.
He is finally free.
Twitter Haiku
The whistling wind/Rustles the
leaves and branches/Makes the night colder.
The tall ocean waves/Wash upon the
vast shoreline/During the dark night.
The warm radiant rays/Of the morning
rising sun/Light up the whole world.
Ghazal
I was sure that my leg would be healed
by late May
The days went by and it is now the end
of May
All because my leg was not healed by May
Once again, says the doctor, sometime in
May
As night falls and in bed I lay
I just wish I could walk again in May
The morning comes and it is time for
June today
But all I can think about is what
happened in May
I am starting to wonder if I will ever
walk the right way
All because I fell of a roof at the
beginning of May
Image Poem
The summer
night dwindles down
With the sound
of passing cars on the street.
Their
headlights beaming in the still darkness
As they
commute home from nightly activities.
The tall oak
trees in the background
Cast large
shadows on the street
As the
streetlights radiate light off of them.
The night
carries on
And the street
becomes a ghost town.
When the sun
comes up, the morning will begin
The street
will be a busy circus of cars
Only to do it all again that summer night.
The street is loud by mid-day.
It is a bustle of trucks and cars.
But looking at it come night
Is a peaceful and serene sight.
The cars passing by have no idea
What goes on here when nobody watches.
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