I love very few things I write, but I sure loved this one. I took part in AROS (a river of stones) that occurred last year and went viral. It essentially asked you to spend a month observing the small things, finding poetry within the small 'stones' of life. One ended up published in the release, but this is still one of my absolute favorites to date and is not explicit.
Because of the event I now write many, maaaany of these small poems, but please do not mistake these for Haiku's as none of them follow the 5-7-5 rule. Sometimes people misunderstand short, 3 lined poems to be Haikus.
Diamonds
by Melissa Richardson
Winter sprinkled diamonds
over orange and purple hills
to catch the sunset's dreams.
Because of the event I now write many, maaaany of these small poems, but please do not mistake these for Haiku's as none of them follow the 5-7-5 rule. Sometimes people misunderstand short, 3 lined poems to be Haikus.
Diamonds
by Melissa Richardson
Winter sprinkled diamonds
over orange and purple hills
to catch the sunset's dreams.
