There is no title

Posted: July 27, 2014 in Cinquain, Poetry
Tags: , ,

.

.

No grip

I cannot write

Tunnel of shiny steel

No escaping this delusion

Silence

.

.

 

318

Posted: July 23, 2014 in Haiku, Poetry
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

.

.

Desires are restrained.

Zips and buttons stay fastened.

The kids need feeding.

.

.

© Paul Nichol.  July 2014

.

.

In love.

Arguably not.

It makes no sense to me,

we are the polar opposites.

“Hate love!”

.

.

© Paul Nichol.  July 2014

.

.

Thank you for your words.

Without them I might have died.

You should know their worth.

.

.

©  Paul Nichol.  July 2014

316

Posted: July 21, 2014 in Haiku, Poetry
Tags: , , , , , , , , , ,

.

.

I have put away.

Weekend poetic dreamer.

Practical grown-up!

.

.

©  Paul Nichol.  July 2014

.

.

The rising moon, the setting sun.

Around the fire, songs were sung.

With aching arms our tools were flung.

The rising moon, the setting sun.

The nights were ours, we crafted fun.

We laboured hard, our work was done.

The rising moon, the setting sun.

Around the fire, songs were sung.

.

.

© Paul Nichol.  July 2014

.

.

What must it be like,

to receive one hundred likes,

for a post I write?

.

.

© Paul Nichol.  July 2014