Days In The Blackberries Field
click, flame, bluish smoke
touch of saucer and cup
inhale, exhale, a callout
Chrome, reload, nothing
rustle of paper
inhale, exhale, a callout
rustle of paper
glance at the clock, then the phone
rustle of paper
touch of saucer and cup
click, flame, bluish smoke
inhale, exhale, a callout
glance at the clock, then the phone
***
passing afternoon
silence resounds in silence
work needs to be done
Inspired by Carpe Diem #546, Silence
Advertisements
magicalmysticalteacher
25/08/2014 at 3:15 am
I become silent when there’s work to be done, mostly because I don’t want to do it! 😉
Sniffing the Silence
LikeLike
From my Forest (@HamishGunn)
25/08/2014 at 4:04 am
What kind of work is that! Well-described…
LikeLike
Chèvrefeuille
25/08/2014 at 5:33 pm
I like your choka … but your haiku wins 🙂
LikeLike
Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
25/08/2014 at 8:31 pm
The silence of procrastination can be quite a burden
LikeLike
Tracesofthesoul
03/09/2014 at 2:43 am
Nice read, I felt torn with action and inaction here…your haiku is superb!
LikeLike