no wonder I doubt
the night sky’s sparkle and depth
for he is fleeting
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 14
Original Thought Credit: “You should know a man seven years before you stir his fire.”
— Charles Dibdin, 1803
heaven’s dark Seven: a haiku
Pentothal Playlist
I say, such songs
Imbecilic, hypnotic
Truthless reptitions
Needn’t define us
Insofar as we’ve allowed
Poor lyrics, off-tempo
Disharmonious disasters
Correct the record
Take back the microphone
Tuning fork in hand, now
Cowardice Sky
Hell-bent on the past
Talking to ghosts
Ending sentences with propositions
Spinning the time away
That I’d finally let it all die, with courage, I speak to a cowardice sky
It’s been four years. I miss you every day. You’re the only one I want to grow old with.
These bad habits galore — what for?
Because, My Love
Would the knave or the knife or whatever this pain be
Would usurp someplace else than the wound ‘twas left in me
Would that I have the chance with the welded tines of time
Would not I, having danced, not unspeak love’s blue-eyed rhyme?
Multilingual: A Haiku
There’s much to be said
But I’m not pulling their card
Today or Wednesday
Put Away: A Haiku
Too much of the wrong
And of the right, not enough
His eyes exiled her
Mothering: A Haiku
Stand up straight today
Lock your bones back into place
Be ‘bout your business
Antonym for Never
From time to time
I go looking
For a wrench
To throw
At me
To break
My heart
For a reminder
I go looking
From time time to time
Bethlehem
Ask too many questions
Think too many thoughts
See what you don’t see, but want to
Do too many oughts
Now, if grit and faith were gold
A sultan I’d outspend
For all the “oughtn’t haves” I did
I have become truth’s friend
Inspirational Credit: Ruth 1:19 “So they two went until they came to Bethlehem.”
To Would
Wouldn’t we wonder
Wouldn’t we seek
Look up
Wait for words
Wouldn’t we ask for our lives
Wouldn’t we give them back
Stand down
Receive the Word
Wouldn’t we fight
Wouldn’t we push through
Speak up
Deliver the words
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