Here there’re no mirrors. We know what we look like thanks To other people. * Craters and rocks give Distorted reflections. Still Water shines light best. * Dust and red dust scorch Lungs of forms like us, fossils Asphyxiated. * From one teardrop, salt Alone remains and reflects Nothing without taste. * Mariners, guided By stars, navigate through space, Hoping to find life.
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Only so many
Spaces for words to roost, black
Letters on a grave,
Each losing points, or
Gaining double, according
To where they align,
Wing spans bowed and cracked,
Wounded, yet learning lean sounds,
To affirm what’s left.
[Disposable Haiku May 17, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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Here there’re no mirrors.
We know what we look like thanks
To other people.
*
Craters and rocks give
Distorted reflections. Still
Water shines light best.
*
Dust and red dust scorch
Lungs of forms like us, fossils
Asphyxiated.
*
From one teardrop, salt
Alone remains and reflects
Nothing without taste.
*
Mariners, guided
By stars, navigate through space,
Hoping to find life.
[Disposable Haiku May 17, 2013]
Dr. Mike