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


(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