Eric

Dost thou know me? 

I rise every morning, graceful grandeur:

poor humankind gazes upon me, but none

could face my scorching sooth.

Under cloak and camouflage of distraught  

In times and times that have gone by, 

     In the cliffs by the dark trees, 

There was once a female ruler that unified

    The kingdom of Louise; 

Haiku One

Home in the mountains. 

Never saw my Mother here. 

I drank Mother’s tea. 

Haiku Two

The Bamboo is green, 

I stirred restlessly in my sleep on this humid June night. My eyelids felt slightly uncomfortable–heavy and painful–like pocket-sized cinder blocks had been placed gently on top of them.