Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Rush hour

Larking in twilight,
oblivious to rush hour,
whispers cavorting.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #117 Lark&Rush

2 comments:

  1. Larking in twilight,
    oblivious to rush hour

    One finds time for oneself even in times of inconvenience. It is being outwardly creative! Rightly so Ruby!

    Hank

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