Five Haikus (Magpie 66)

If my brain exposed
its inner matter revealed
would look like worn books
Roses warm my soul
Magnolia’s sweet smell smiles
But old books, scent breath
Sacrilegious dust
and master’s words never touch
in my library
Wisdom weeps on bookshelves
Orphans pleading to be picked
Know me, love me, please
So you want new ink?
Baby’s name needs company?
Word tattoos your soul.

15 thoughts on “Five Haikus (Magpie 66)

  1. Swearing off Short lines eh? You have been caught! Henry – these are terrific. And to think, each poem is about books (yes, I know – – that is the theme) Actually they are quite brilliant!

  2. And as for the tree – it is spooky, but I really like that about it. I'm new to your blog, so if you're tired of it go for it and make the change, but as a first timer, it makes a great impression. So, not sure how you count that as a vote, but that's what I think. :o)

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