Tale # 1
sigh of restless heart
snow embraces plum petals
spring slush touches sodden soul
Tale # 2
As above, so below
thus pronounce fine Hermeticists.
However, my experience teaches
as below, so above.
God can only be in our image.
[NOTE: the earlier version had this as the final line: as our vision is far too small. Zoya from over at 'somewhere beyond' who is a poet's poet and a touchstone for me of refined taste and grace, suggested this change. It's a good one, me thinks! What is your preference?]
Tale # 3
Spring shedding
your undercoat everywhere.
Petting you, I smile.
I'm making a hat out of this year's discards!
Tale # 4
You say from your grief and crushing pain:
'My disease is a predator.
Soon I will turn and look in its eyes
and announce its victory.'
Your courage and grace pounce on my own not-separate heart.
This poem is a submission to One Single Impression prompt: tactile* Thanks to Slow Road for the link.
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*The definition of tactile from the Online Etymology Dictionary: 1615, "perceptible to touch," from Fr. tactile, from L. tactilis "tangible, that may be touched," from tactus, pp. of tangere "to touch" (see tangent). Meaning "of or pertaining to touch" is attested from 1657.