Beauty is immortal. Beauty lives in breathing.
Haiku #140
Fingers strike a match Fire alights for a moment Dancing in the air
Worn Muses
Nine muses praised- Worshipped, cast in stone As though to immortalize Their beloved features Time has worn away Their inspiration Fading, like worry stones Constantly in use -Kel Dayheart
Expression
Dirty paintbrush dreams Hopeful art To express yourself Hands coated In the need To create -Kel Dayheart
Reproduction
Shades of blue smeared Across the canvas space In chaotic swirls That is somehow elegant Enough to be reproduced Thousands of times Trying to capture the same Feel of the first -Kel Dayheart
Quiet Enjoyment
Days of peaceful silence Are hard to find Especially for those like me Where silence can change With one stray thought -Kel Dayheart
Bad Habits
Everyone is hungry From birth to death We want And we consume In a continuous, vicious cycle -Kel Dayheart
Salty
Crocodile tears Do not move me To be sympathetic -Kel Dayheart
Too Many Options
I can't figure out What I want Besides in the vaguest notions That do not help Me to decide Which path to take -Kel Dayheart
Overflowing Drought
Creativity is a faucet Sometimes it's turned On for so long the sink Fills and overflows And other times There isn't a single drop For days -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 