#562 — Time;

Time scrawls,
On these mirrors,
Traces of its presence —
Not a word unwritten, no trace
Unsketched.

#cinquain

#518 — Write My Salaam;

O breeze,
Turn east, then south ,
and then west before North,
And blow On the path,
The gazelle trots.
O breeze,
Smell every droplet,
Of dew you see,
And write my salaam,
On the path, the gazelle trots.

#free_verse

#505 — Tattoo;

Stretch that graceful naze from abaft the veil.
And
In red will I write poetry, on its horizon tonight.

#musing

#486 — Forever;

A whispering wind,
Causing ripples on the sea,
I was and will be.
That which in my life I writ,
Death can’t ever wipe away.

#Tanka_poem

454 — Forbidden Poetry;

You are
My poetry,
The words I cannot write.
The mystery I ought keep out
Of sight.

#cinquain