Muse

Your words washed over me

Like ice wine, sweeter than

Plum nectar with a tinge of

Tropical mango and lycee 

I became drunk with every

Grape drop, cold crystal on my lips

I didn’t noticed the dark shadow 

Knocking at my door at 12:01 am.

He smelled your rage in my hair,
The earth on my olive skin,  


Autumn labour of purple feet.

He left in despair, hands empty. 

I took my pen, and started writing.  

Process Notes:   Inspiration from Rumi's poetry:

Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.

From that water of life he is in a state of elation.

Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead.

From then on, death lost all hope of me.

Today is the last day for Few Miles Haiku Challenge I have participated for February. I want to thank my friends who have visited and commented in my other blog.   I have completed 29 haiku in 29 days. Thanks for your support and comments.        


Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - OpenLinkNight - Monday and
D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - every Tuesday at 3pm EST.
Shared with One Single Impression:   Muse


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