Monday, 13 December 2010

poetic fragments 23

Two breads
On the table.

One is round,
The other is cubic.

I’ve just eaten.
They become me.
I’m round and cubic.

The moon
Over the wheat field
Also into me.

I take a walk
By Mare Tranquillitatis,
Being round and cubic.


ma grande folle de soeur said...

Hello. I love your poetic fragments. This one particularly.

Winter moon said...

Hello, long time no see.
I'm glad you love my poems.

I'm trying to make poems by using methods I've learned from haiku.

Winter moon said...

Sometimes I try to make collaboration between haiku and photos.

Here is the link: