I — the hospitable ecosystem for a carousel of abstraction— for all the lives I’ve lived in parallel across space-time. I may be singular; I may be 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 in the harsh open atmosphere. But I am an army, a counsel, a consulate, a kingdom! Inside a world 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 or access. #VSS365 #Poem

Oblique, subtract me. The myth consumes the pain. King James and Milton. #haiku #poetry #WritingCommunity

First attempt at tanka: Weave thrice round my heart Rosaries of glass and ice Little fractured things They drop like winter darkness A heart in hibernation #poetry #tankathursday #WritingCommunity

I lost the thread, my Mind perspires, brain baked blank, Hidden by the light . #haiku #dailyhaikuprompt #poetry #WritingCommunity

Something new for the new year: I caught her looking like a queen, Naked neath her wedding ring- Statuesque, unpurified, Scattered by the morning light. substack.com/@zabauer/not...

I saved your picture Long ago, winter sun bright Life? Fire. Swept away. #DailyHaikuPrompt #Haiku #WritingCommunity

“Say you’ll take me there,” she said, “This day was made for sighs. You decide the taste of them, And we’ll go back to our lives.” “My lover’s name is nothing; Your lover is not made. None of us are married yet— We’re really not to blame.” #poems #poetry #bedroomeyes

Two haiku (ish) for my evening blues: Water drips beside me When did rain become the rain? Only five hours remain Sing blue cessation See me drifting off to sleep Why don’t shadows speak? #poetry #poems #haiku

This was in my head this morning: Fractured nails, my palms are torn, Splinters from your bedroom floor. A decade long, a lifetime wide, Forty cubits into the sky. Maybe a seed? Maybe a complete work?

Richard II rattling around in my head: “I live with bread like you, feel want/Taste grief, need friends- subjected thus/How can you say to me, I am a king?” Sometimes I have to remind myself. Being king of my own little world has its flaws.