Song (Traveller’s Poem)

  The song that need to be sing, had been sang for the day. The tune is still flying in the breeze, creating a soft murmuration. The violin box that remain unopened, lie back at view in prominence. The band is now scattered, at the cafe, drinking and gathering praise and extra bucks. The door…

The Melting Snow: Smile of the Cabin Owner (Traveler’s Tanka)

        the eve is coming down not quicken he smile as sun burn down for moon melting snow is aid to re– veal untold hush of summer Traveler March, 20– To read more of Traveler poems visit Traveler.       Daily Prompt (02/28/2017): Quicken RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge #138 Secret (Untold) &…

Breeze (Traveller’s Haiku)

    comfort of spring breeze  let the eyes know that they are naked there no hideout Traveller February, 20–   Daily Prompt: Hideout   To read more of Traveller poems visit Traveller.    

A Question That Haunts Me (Traveller Poem)

    Water, foamed and proud, clapping on the rock. Dock was vacant; silence present in interim. Cream of waves leaving mark, on beach, in dusted eve light Flight of seagulls were in hurry to return home as it was late. Net of evening spreading fast, overrunning the time. Time–strike me hard. Father had gone and…