Visually impaired,
I smell a storm is stirring
- raindrops reach my heart

blankets of warm clouds
cover me gently at night
- the trees tuck me in

golden delicious
carved into newborn babies
tend fresh rotting teeth

For her I compose
short poems of endless true love.
Slap! She loves me not.

It is almost time
The work day is at an end
- I take off my mask

Monitor glaring
My fingers glide through the keys
- Login successful

Network light glowing green
The world at my fingertips
my mind bounds me now

no combination
of long keys and characters
serves my feelings true

Follow my signals
the ways I say I love you
are not the spoken

Forgotten Senryu
This one will be lost as well
After you read it