Haiku
Yūgen
Rain sounds on hard ground. Cherry blooms and falls at once. We half-turn to home. Author's note: On our penultimate night in Japan, we stayed in a small house near Hakone. We arrived after dark, exhausted and hungry, but come the morning, I pulled open the paper shoji doors to find the small office space pictured above. I was called, as I am sure anyone here would have been, to take five minutes to write a little haiku. There I am, above, writing it.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Poets
Soul-2
Cut me and I bleed poetry A soul wandering this realm Having a human experience Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
