Category Archives: haiku

Gauge the optics,Power play or politics –Either is a fix.

Why sheer curtains?To reveal in obscuring,Those hiding in light.

The white of pure snow,The dark brown of dirty sludge –To think they’re twins.

The swimming pool’s full,But the taps have all run dry –When plenty’s no good.

Where did I leave it?It’s not hiding in my pocket,It’s peace, not car keys.

The night sky is dark,Not a speck of light in sight,Or perhaps it’s an eclipse.