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
Tea Time: These Haikus
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
Join You
Well — hello, fellow struggler
May I say: You wear your patchy-feathers proud
No mind to molting season
I’m frozen in a place of shame, and don’t often speak of my own lack out loud
A desperate whisper on a moon-filled night
This, all I tend to venture
But you! Here in the early morn,’ foraging and in flight!
Makes me think, with eyes anew, that I ought, too,
Fight the good fight
Sidekicks: A Haiku
All our words tell me
Is energy’s everything
Said the Sun and I
Compatriots
I hope you’ll hope
And see there is to see
Good, and with goodness
Together we
These seas of fire
These seas of glass
Truth, having embraced truth
Rebuild anew
A life worth living
An overflow worth pouring into
Music Credit: Enya, “Book of Days”Video Credit: Lisa Rosier of FieryPhotography.com
Mostly Water
I didn’t do that
You did that
It’s time we admit, you did that
You did that because you came here wounded
I let you do that because I empathized with you
In that sense, we did that
I hoped to help you
You didn’t know you needed to help yourself
I didn’t know you needed to help yourself
I know you didn’t mean to do what you did
You couldn’t help yourself, as, you hadn’t helped yourself
You didn’t know
Know this
I forgive you
God said, “let go.”
Own The Street
This universe and its sprites
Plan to dance
And a grand effort
From the beginning of your days
To recruit you, as-is
Your blues, and your shoes, baby
Has been and will not end to be Underway
Thus, you must say, “Okay.”
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