Here is my haiku:
I carry the moon
and sun across the cool Earth.
Sinking in, I sleep.
The prompt for onesingleimpression is running:
The Running
He stretches his legs
feels the tendons taut
against his skin,
feels the blood begin
its beat, hot and full
through his body.
Time to run,
running is all he knows,
under this bleeding sky
and cool wind that wipes
all thoughts clean.
Purifying, runner's high,
he can forget.
First step,
goes her eyes
from blue cornflower
to black holes,
then her hair
like golden wheat
to vast blankness,
third step, her smile,
like a vast emptiness
inside his solar plexus.
His breath merges with the sky,
his heart a stone kicked
ahead of him,
his muscles burn
under a greying dome.
If you like my poetry, you can check out some more of them here:
The Hunger
cage
you, me, the moon after the fight
wallpaper
in the city
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