Nature changed by man
Its waters, starlight, darken
Waiting for revenge
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, a hurricane approaches.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #115 Haiku – Revenge
Author: timothyfrench15
Hello, my name is Timothy French. I’m a blogger, writer, and author of Every Yard Is A Grave. A Post-Apocalyptic Novella.
Microfiction – Face In The Tree
The man stared, a face in the tree stared back.
The man sat, head against its trunk.
The man died, and the tree absorbed his flesh.
A woman stared, two faces in the tree stared back.
Poem – Rest
Raindrops, animals rest as humans ignore nature’s gift.
Betrayal
In the end, good wins over evil because evil always betrays itself.
Poem – Three
Peace makes three; the war has ended. Crowns for thee, lucky to survive. One red, one white, one blue; divided forever, slaves to a false victory.
Haiku – One
Black, no light shines through
White, darkness can not be seen
With only one, death
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, night and day bring life.
Poem – Tyrant’s Moon
The beans grew from the sweat and tears of a mother who refused to let her child die under a tyrant’s moon.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #115 Poem – Wooden Path
A wooden path to the sea, salt in the air; seagulls glide above, inviting you to step off into the sand.
Poem – Perfection
I close my eyes to see another world, dreams of perfection—void of humanity.
Microfiction – Digital Card
“Sir, do you want harm to come to your grandmother or someone’s child? The vaccine is safe, and the vaccination passport will allow you to travel. I see here you’ve been on many cruises. Your digital card will store all your information: test results, proof of vaccinations, etcetera. It’s for your safety.”
“It is?”
“Of course—now roll up your sleeve so I can give you a shot— nurse Hazel, can you bring me another vial of 666.”
Timothy French 