Greatest song takes flight,
Words intertwined in the breeze,
Forever in search.
Melody whispers,
Seeking a conclusive note,
Lost in composition.
Heartstrings are strummed,
Yet the perfect ending hides,
Songwriting’s riddle.
Steve Halstead.
Category: haiku
Bid Farewell To Playful Mews.
Throw the cat outside
Turn off the lights. It’s bedtime
Peaceful dreams await
Feline in motion
Darkness engulfs the quiet
Stillness fills the night
Embrace shadows near
Bid farewell to playful mews
Tranquil night takes hold
Steve Halstead.
The Ignorance Of The Non-Warring Nations.
Doves stand tall in peace,
Unaware of war’s fierce flames,
Ignorance their shield.
Non warring nations,
Unseen battles still rage on,
Blind to the world’s turmoil.
Serenity’s bliss,
Veils the horrors we should know,
Ignorance persists.
Steve Halstead.
Our Hearts Intertwine.
Our hearts intertwine,
A love so deep and divine,
Soul’s sacred design.
In heart’s gentle glow,
Warmth spreads where seeds of love sow,
Harmony will grow.
Love’s reservoir,
Heartspace overflows with more,
Bonds that forever endure.
Steve Halstead.
Bonds That Forever Endure.
Crowned with gratitude,
A wreath of flowers undying,
Nature’s sweetest gift.
Petals soft and kind,
A crown to remind us of
Hope and thankfulness.
With a crown of blooms,
Grateful, loving memories,
Bonds that forever endure.
Steve Halstead.
Flowers Each Unique.
In search of beauty,
Not just perfection’s bloom, but
Nature’s flaws, too, gleam.
Flowers, each unique,
Their imperfections reveal
Beauty, in contrast.
Imperfect petals,
Nature’s artistry on display,
Inspiring wonder.
Steve Halstead.
Miracles May Bloom.
Crowned with gratitude,
Flowers bloom in humble hearts,
Beauty blossoms bright.
The sweetest tribute,
A crown of thankfulness weaves strong,
Graceful in its hue.
Blessed by gratitude,
The wildflowers of thanks,
Miracles may bloom.
Steve Halstead.
Crossroads.
At crossroads we stand
Many paths to choose from but
One must be traveled
Diverse cultures mix
Faces from all corners meet
New horizons born
Intersection teems
Traffic swirls in endless flow
World at our doorstep
Fate.
Was it, not cruel fate?
Mocked by life’s bitter irony,
My dreams turned to dust.
In harmony’s grasp,
Fate’s laughter knocks me off balance,
I weep, irony.
Mocked by destiny,
Irony etched upon my heart,
A tragic comedy.
Steve Halstead.
Wood lice.
Tiny crustaceans,
Curled up in damp rotting wood,
No disquise wood lice.
In the dead of night,
Hiding under moonlit stones,
Life scuttles on.
A shield-bearers guise,
They are what they are,
Silent survivors.
Steve Halstead
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