Charli Poe

inky night
a goose quill
ripples the crescent moon

#dailyhaikuprompt

The barely-lethal mist that trailed her could be sensed by those she passed–there was the pinpoint coolness on the skin and a subtly-sweet almost strawberry aroma–but most didn't. Instead, their attention was dominated by the gently-flapping living-butterfly #jewelry adorning her silver hair
#vss365

end of semester
glossy unicorn binder
somehow sticky

#haikufeels

crisp winter day–
a city of the future
in idle clouds

#haikufeels

new moon—
willow branches grope for light
moved by the wind

#dailyhaikuprompt

children marching
behind their parents—
no...behind other children

#haikufeels

looking up–
a monarch wanders
the wide blue sky

#dailyhaikuprompt

crash–
the grasshopper's viscera
flies down the highway

#haikufeels

He was #obsessed. When he slept, he saw a sharp, bright spindly green pierce the translucent film around a brown shell. The beauty and violence of life. Soon, he saw it in his waking life: in neighbor's gardens, in the space between sidewalks, even, he thought, in the folds of his skin.

#vss365

#haikufeels

a cluster of flies
drips from a fallen orange—
cirque du soleil

long shadows—
a black bird on the sidewalk
then the sun rises

#dailyhaikuprompt

canadian geese
following the map
in the clouds

#haikufeels

a gull perches
the same rock its ancestors perched
cold ocean waves

#haikufeels

the passage of wind
a curled figure on a park bench

the space between slats

#haikufeels

late spring–
floribunda rose corsage
and crumpled bag of lay's

#dailyhaikuprompt
#north

life is too short to refrain
from eating jam
out of the jar

#jameaterblues
#lyrics

my late grandfather
surrounded by grasshoppers–
almost a whistle

#dailyhaikuprompt

boarded-up church
a small yard jam-packed
with trees of heaven

#haikufeels

This feels a lot

fresh rain
a lot of clover
tucked between tenements

#dailyhaikuprompt

AI loves cake. No lie.

Really lovely

spindly branches
a hired car idles in the snow
groaning

#haikufeels

no children–
endometriosis
in a small glass jar

#haikufeels

hatches
inside a computer tower
a cracked quail egg

#dailyhaikuprompt

(not great poem, but based on a true story)

clacking keystrokes–—
a butterfly softly lands
on an open file folder

#haikufeels

I say, the lady's #mountainous bosom has shook me to my core. Her mother–a dear member of the Athens' Gregories–knows too well the value of maintaining a cultivated mystique and has imparted on her daughter the appropriate sense of mixing good taste and decadence. I wonder what is the dowry.
#vss365

buzzing buzzes
a fly lands on dry petals
folded in a note

#dailyhaikuprompt

blue sky–
held notes
flatten

#haikufeels

Little gnarled ice sculptures hand-placed by the night guide my eye from piece to place. I follow the steam of my breath and it trails behind me, leaving the only evidence of my presence a misty series of moments and thin plates of ice cracked under the weight of my feet that will melt and refreeze.