HAIKU 0087
Navajo elder
and I— spoke with brilliant eyes—
my tongue sat silent
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HOLLOW
Hollow timpani
beckons—
emptiness sings
its silent song.
Simply intricate
in its glorious arrangement—
subtly quiet.
Omnipresent.
Vibration
ceasing—
overwhelming
deafening hush.
A moment ticks
beyond yourself,
Drum beat— Heartbeat—
Silent beat—
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HAIKU 0087
Navajo elder
and I— spoke with brilliant eyes—
my tongue sat silent
Copyright David Hoffmann © 2015 – All Rights Reserved
HOLLOW
Hollow timpani
beckons—
emptiness sings
its silent song.
Simply intricate
in its glorious arrangement—
subtly quiet.
Omnipresent.
Vibration
ceasing—
overwhelming
deafening hush.
A moment ticks
beyond yourself,
Drum beat— Heartbeat—
Silent beat—
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I read THE DANCE during the after party at the writer’s group
THE DANCE
Tears
have fallen for
the presence of a large band
moving every heart in the room.
Hearts have fallen too.
Long flowing gowns
and beautiful hair
accentuate
the rhythm and rhyme of three four time.
Sharpness is a well-dressed man
firmly leading his partner to the depth of herself.
A sight to behold.
The display may linger—
Forever.
Enlightened by crystal chandeliers,
captivated by eyes
speaking in a whirl of emotion.
The call of leather.
The scent of a woman.
A playground for the soul.
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Hollow
hollow timpani
beckons—
emptiness sings
its silent song
simply sophisticated
in its complex arrangement—
subtly quiet
omnipresent
vibration ceasing—
overwhelming
deafening hush
a moment ticks
beyond yourself
drum beat—
heartbeat—
silent beat—
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Devastatingly
hollow heart— demolishing
The Chicago Stump
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