long in the tooth

long in the tooth,

he sang a song of life,

narrated words of wisdom,

danced away with his woman,

stole a silent kiss behind the curtain,

and grinned an ever youthful toothless smile


*For Trifextra: Week Eighty.

Old Age Haiku

story of a life

narrated by zig-zag lines

engraving the skin


remaining silent

words can never speak of it

life at its twilight

P.s.- Written in response of VisDare Challenge. I composed a story earlier, keeping in mind the image of the prompt but forgetting to consider the word.. so I ended up creating a tale with an entirely another theme and I tried but couldn’t include the significance of the word “engraved” into it. So, I have written these two haiku inspiring from the photograph. Again, the second haiku is devoid of the main word or any of its synonymous counterpart. I apologize for that.