thoughts on thoughts ... my take on haiku / senryu

keyboard skeletons

keyboard skeletons

.

.

my pen has gone dry

winds blow words like dust across

a paper desert

.

keyboard skeletons

rusted, cracked, missing letters

literal coffins

.

sun scorched images

lay wasted, overused, a

still cemetery

.

I sit silently

my mind an empty cavern

the sun is setting

.

.

May 30, 2014