HAIKU-WINGS

Born weightless to fly/
July is month of torn wings/
gossamer brief life.

ARS POETICA

“I wish I had the courage to express my feelings.”
Death-Bed study/#3 request.
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The Muse of Poetry blew a kiss my way.
I could not deflect nor deny that Bacio d’amore.

My Muse is a fickle lover,
abandoning me to that Purgatory
where unrequited love dwells.

I remain, vulnerable and confused,
unable to share feelings, as I cry out
for her rescue and return.

I have come to accept her
wayward charm.

I am a poet.


©T.Puma/MMXI