dVerse, haiku my heart, Poetry, puente, tanka

28.bridgework

before there was you
sitting alone appeared perfect
the space of quiet
awakened before daybreak
stranded my barren bed mourns

dawn beckoning blues

cuddled close to warmth
heart unwraps with each heartbeat
in sync with each breath
time ticking eternity
kindling kosmic fire

napowrimo 28. running late as that white rabbit.
dVerse Tuesday build a bridge puente form
haiku my heart friday

poet’s note: kinda running behind on this year’s participation… the experience of learning new poetry forms is always intriguing and this year was no disappointment…. and it has been just as much fun as previous years meeting new people and renewing acquaintances…. keep writing…

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