Haiku Heights, 2013 September Heights #17. I am getting more and more atuned to it. Of course, I also enjoy it more. That is what poeming is all about, isn’t it? So, the prompt for today is Dread. Boy, have I not feared dread as I fear Fright itself? Have I not wanted to write a poem on it? Longer, of course, yet how come I notice shorter works better by me? You tell me. I don’t know, or wouldn’t tell. Just to hear somebody speak 😉
Dread
Surely the last
Existing wheel of will
Will spill in fear.
© 2013 Mariya Koleva
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