Lamentation Number Thirty Eight

No Use Crying . . . 

Wrote love-letters. Spilt

black ink all over them. Stormed

out. (Fate always wins . . . )

This despondent haiku (5-7-5 syllables) is my response to Magaly's prompt on Poets&Storytellers United, where me were asked to reflect on Love, Ink and Storm.  What a recipe for heartache!

 

Lamentation Number Thirty Seven

Haiku In Memory

Girls in my youth wore

Blue Grass, Lenthérique. All gone!

(like my sense of smell  . . .)

This week, Rosemary invites us to write about fragrance, perfume, all that delights (or dismays) the olfactory sense. Alas . . . age has reduced mine to almost zero.  As noted here.

Lamentation Number Thirty Six

A Sundered Haiku 

Marriage to divorce,

from triumph to disaster -

win-win for lawyers.

Always good to see Divorce triumphing over the disaster of Love gone wonky, so here is an illustration of the idea in response to the Poets and Storytellers weekly prompt.