Cold Soul

a blue day, no sun

shines down from a gray heaven

to warm my cold soul

©2021 KT Workman



Poetry form: senryu


Image by David Mark from Pixabay

Death

(Three interlocking senryu…)

the days march along
flying faster as they pass
till I breathe my last

when my life’s time ends
will my soul find contentment
or haunt night’s sloe gloom

eternal unrest
is that what my death will bring
or an aught of peace

©2021 KT Workman


Poetry form used: senryu


Image by jplenio from Pixabay