Torrents high wind rain-
Swells and troughs below chopped seas-
Face the stinging mist-

Torrents high wind rain-
Swells and troughs below chopped seas-
Face the stinging mist-

Days light grows steady
Thaws and rhythmic trickles drip
Converging creeks rise
To rivers flowing
Joining together crested
Darkened deep waters

Nestled mountain lair-
Fresh cooling winds breathe peaceful-
Quiet stirs below-
Photo MHaikuPoetry 2018
And when you say more-
It merely opens the door-
To my sarcasm-

Your opposition-
Is the soul of my writing-
I just hold the pen-

Thank you for that loving rebuke,
Great response in poetic rue,
One can only hope words are true,
The battle of wits has an answer in twos.
So what if your true adds up for you,
But doesn’t compute for me?
Is it then really true,
Or is it just you,
That has two plus two equal three?
If you reply, doubt it up on your site, we’ll link between the two, for this battle of wits, may require some clicks, and a ping back is what I’ll do.
PS -Your peccadillo is showing too

Quilling by Latinagem 2018
Lost in spirit realms-
Empty voids cold wandering-
Or warm loves embrace-
Reality waits-
After life finds calm beliefs-
Reality sleeps-

Mandala by Lauren Pettit 2018
Good life’s peaks and awes-
Beautiful summits and views-
The valleys weigh low-

Day dawns a soft glow-
A quiet streams babbling-
Calms morning silence-
Echoes chirp and stir-
Cool air and suns long shadows-
Withdraw to full light-

Photo MHaikuPoetry
I found you before-
And through deaths pause we parted-
Temporary ways-

Mandala by Lauren Pettit- 2018