Sweet Taste of Time
the wings were twisted
delicate and fine as
your silver hair
locked in amber
carefree
untouched by time’s passing
will you decant this for me
chase the meaning of the words
shout the words aloud
oh taste the ambered wonder
feel the trembling timber of trapped wings
while we drink of time’s sweet honey
Pamela Olson, 8/6/08
This poem is a response
to the jigsaw challenge
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fossilized brushstrokes
not even a sage can read
the ancient story
Pamela Olson, 8/5/08
This haiku was written
from the prompt,
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