Winter-Soul Triolet {OSI}

Drowsy in late winter.
My soul shivers and sighs.
Stoking my spiritual center
Drowsy in late winter.
Listening to my Muse, my mentor.
I kiss the blues goodbye.
Drowsy in late winter.
My soul shivers and sighs.


Cynthia

Paper Muse, Mirror Me

My pen pirouettes,
Onto the flesh of my Muse.
Shivers along her heated white aura~
Pen-to-paper we mesh our spirits.
No longer an island, I'm kissed with her poems.


Cynthia M.


OSI

hay[na]ku

tasting
his mind
increases my appetite


Cynthia M.