Five Short Mako-Style pomes

(Lunes 5 3 5 and variations)

THRESHOLD

Rest your hand upon the knob
Before you turn
Into the space I’ve saved


SPEED

Speed unchecked increases chance
Of missing out
On days uncaught by you


HATE

Hate persuades a fearful place
Deflates the soul
Then hides grave faults


MORNING WALK

Sun upon the frozen pond
Enough to spark
And melt my angry heart


INVINCSIBLE

Time bestows a wealth of marks
Unwelcome all
Except audacity