Tyson West
Triolet 5
Measuring your wrinkles–numbering my grey hairs
We twist and trust–we have nothing left but time
Fresh hours sparkled once to wrap our neat affairs
Measuring my wrinkles, numbering your grey hairs
Time aged into a sticky mass that loops and errs
Our certainty now leaves us as our muddles climb
Measuring our wrinkles numbering our grey hairs
We wist and rust, we have no thing left; but time ...
Bio
Tyson West lives in Eastern Washington in smoke and dust on the bottom of an Ice Age flood plain.
He enjoys reciting his poetry to magpies and coyotes.
He has published poetry and speculative fiction in various genres in "Fast Forward Festival",
Voluted Tales, and in anthologies "Warlords of the Asteroid Belt", and "You Can't Kill Me I'm Already Dead".
He has had two poems nominated for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry collection "Home-Canned Forbidden Fruit"
is available from Gribble Press,
http://www.greymaredit.com/.
His novella "Mall of the Damned" was
published in 2014 by Red Dashboard Publishing, LLC.
For more information please see his profile on "Haiku Registry" online.