Sorrow, sharp
Under this circumstance
Can, with time, mend this soul
Knotted heart, released
Many an afternoon cry
Yearned to be wept
Dawn came quickly
Indigo skies turned to gold
Commonplace kindness, see?
Knave, be chagrined
Fell
Homecoming
An abyss Aegean blue
A dance fraught
A heartache shrouded
Where one sees the sea,
A tempest homeland
As such untenable salt
A fierce-fought choros
None eyes but one’s soul
None strings but ancestors
Where temptation to succumb,
A war on bare floor with bare feet
As blue sky beats back
Summon Oneself
I dreamed you drove secretly
To the end of my path
Seeing me not seeing you
You hide from police and Time
Watching my world
While sketching
Architectural plans
Recipes
Places for my poetry and me
And us upstairs
Summoning myself, now
I smell your leather driving gloves
Mixed with ink and exhaust
In my head
In your stead
Brick by brick
Your building on a corner lot
I’ve begun the mortar
My dream to yours
Although alone, I’d rather not
Seismic
We
Lava
Leaving
Layers
Of all that crushed us, contained us, kept us
Chambered
From flow
Screaming
Surface-bound
Deep and ancient days
Bygones
Miriam Redux
Victory at Five on Sunday I premonished
Refining fire in the hour
Here, proof of Living Water
Light bent to exalt the truth
Earth needn’t save you now
Come Monday, rejoice
And again, rejoice
Original Thought Credit: “Always be full of joy in the Lord. I say it again—rejoice!” — Philippians 4:4
Tea Time: These Haikus
Every angry scream
In those Illinois Toll lanes
Echoes in my heart
Original Thought Credit: “If people wanted you to write warmly of them, they should’ve behaved better.”
— Anne Lamott
Balance of Power: The Haiku
Unfortuned
Look where we find ourselves
This unclean place we forced
Now to muddle through ‘til death
We will gloss-over
Wear white
Walk forward
Pretend we shouldn’t have worn our best years ago
Walked alongside truth
Apologized
Inside we’ll stand stationary, now
Staring straight ahead
Knowing we ought be someone else
Forward Flower
It is because flowers
For Cosmos still bloom
Petunias offer proof
Violas bide victorious
And June Roses remain knockouts
That we can continue
Forward through the Fall
alien
what world the world do if I became magenta and
did crazy things
like spelled my name with the wrong vowel and talked frank with adults about how they should’ve known better
stood my ground, once I’d pledged allegiance to them more times than they deserved
wore a ponytail and an orange romper while taking people’s photograph when they didn’t act kind
busted them, even though nobody’d care
what would the world do if I surrounded myself, finally, with other logical people
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