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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, June 25, 2012

She Floats

  Photo by Zena Holloway

Waif upon water
Blondness rises, spreads like blood
Then she floats, just floats.

4 comments:

Brian Miller said...

well now...that is rather haunting...

Daydreamertoo said...

Beautiful. I love Haiku.
Thanks for visiting me and taking time to comment, twice. :)

darev2005 said...

Eerie and kind of sexy in a strange way.

But then we all float down here...

(evil grin)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is so beautiful.