Melancholy of a Street

Giorgio de Chirico, Mystery and Melancholy of a Street

When a whispher of farewell is getting louder

and the smell of good-byes is starker

that is when you will feel it:

the melancholy of a street

You count your steps and stops

memorize the alleys and turns and slopes

plant in mind the smell seed of the air and the all town's treat: 

what a melancholic of the about-to-leave street!

*written for dversepoet and linked in poetry pantry #62

Stuck

Photo is from here.

I stared at the sky
my mind flew high to the moon
stuck among the star light









*Note:

Haiku is a poem of 17 syllables divided in three lines: (5-7-5).

First line consists of 5 syllables, second line 7 syllables, last line 5 syllables.

--contributed to dversepoets.