Skritch skritch skritch
of pen on paper
no flaw, no hesitation.
Words flow like water.
Perfect phrases
stream like electrons.
Tiny haiku:
Bleeding petals of
passionate mirrors
forever tangled.
Everything forgotten
where I am,
why I'm here,
where I’ve been
or would rather be.
Peacock chorus
lawn perfume
pure simple pleasure—
fearless as Zen.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 351/365.
Desert Dweller 