Monday, April 25, 2011

My Haiku

I weep in my sleep.
on my pillow, a shadow
of my face remains.

Fragrant like napalm
tween bombshell's heady weapon
of Love's Fresh Lemon.

Wrapped in new couture
not lover's arms. Pearls, heavy
where her heart should be.

A singing Partridge
is sweet.  A Partridge as a
chicken is fowl play.


  1. Fleur's got a blog! Eagerly waiting more postings.

  2. Oh, my first comment! You inspired this by hooking me into Haiku Mondays!