Screen Doors

Memories of him
Drift like summer days through screen
Doors – warm, distant, dim

Written for Day 1: Haiku, Screens, Alliteration, Writing 201: Poetry, October 2015

Holding Summer

Steaming mug of tea
Burns against my palms, like hot
Pavement on bare feet

#3
Limited. Precise.
Each sound counts. Count each sound. No
space to waste your words.

#4
engraved on your palms
carved deep into flesh that bled
me, a scar you chose

#5
October trees like
brushes dipped in reds and gold
Stand on end, painting

#3, 4 and 5 of 5 Haikus (or poems) for the Weekly Writing Challenge: Haiku Catchoo!

Ice blue like winter
skies, his eyes glisten, cutting
me like diamonds glass