Haiku
Grappling with air, the
Fish just out of water swim
'Cross plastic valleys.
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Couplets
Grappling---the thoughts
fluttering still,
Within captured
essence, silent
Air. We hang still
like marionettes.
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Villanelle
The table, empty and clean.
The boss, still not risen up from bed.
She asks: What do you mean?
Cloth, white to the seams.
The fish, finished up to the head.
The table, empty and clean.
You, ordered: polish 'til it gleams.
The daughter has, instead of him, broken bread.
She asks: What do you mean?
You didn't dare interrupt as you think he dreams.
But she insists, and there had to be led.
The table, empty and clean.
'Tis not good, she deems,
As you echo her dread.
She asks: What do you mean?
Nothing is what it seems.
The patriarch, now dead.
The table, empty and clean.
She asks: What do you mean?
