Small Poems # 3 Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Small Poems # 3
PAINTED SORROW
Call, the early light shines.
Blasted upon the wind.
Crest fallen with sorrow.
Blight brought to shame.
WHISTLE WIND
Whistle in the wind.
Soft sorry glow of dawn.
Breath fallen in the wind.
Cast forth with a shadow.
SECRET SORROW
Fallen wooden road sign.
Calling to the mud below.
Swollen rivers rain sing.
Winter seasons frosty snow
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5/14/2024 3:50:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Fallen wooden road sign. Calling to the mud below. Swollen rivers rain sing. Winter seasons frosty snow --- this one was awesome. You are a master of short poems. I bet you are great with haikus.