Haiku, Limerick, and a Spenserian Sonnet

Haiku

Wandering the house
Listening: rain, one fly and
Empty thought. Monday.


Limerick

There once was a girl from the Coast,
Who ate garlicky, chewy old toast
And her friends did decide
Of all breaths they despised
Garlic toast girl's they hated the most.

Spenserian Sonnet

A blackened lantern stands upon the shelf,
Unlit so many years since it once shone,
The single light when deep down died the self,
That sputtered in its darkness far from home.
And here to there the shrinking wick would roam
Midst valleys, mountains, gales and torrents bleak
Ash falling through the lantern's crack on stone,
In hellish worlds of which I'll never speak.
I once knew only windows that would leak
and lives that only knew to fall apart
and ashy lantern light so pale and weak
it hardly could improve upon the dark.
Look here young friends, I stand as at noon day,
The light you hold is darkness, come away.