Like the square peg in the round hole The black sheep or the broken bowl Like one mature student in the class The short straw
Haiku: Contact. Gentle Ripples Splash I gaze across the water The Heron watches. (C) Dean Parsons. 2017.
She made her way toward the line The place the bridge gave cover Where in the depths the people cried Each wishing for their Mother Above
He never once objected All the times I sought his view When I called on him for wisdom He would know just what to do
What was that? I asked myself I asked when he had gone A life so big and mighty Wow! Astonishing things he’d done From by The
Thief Energy stealer Climate control redundant Connections burning on fire The Bear squeezes the cage Like a punch in the senses Pebbles that blight each bold new progression