What Holy adhesive
Bound there
And how dare it have
Yet failed elsewhere
What roses perfumed
Her walk
And hued tint reflected,
Affected his vision
Bigger it is
Their world
And their treasures, their eyes
In proper places
Mindful Mess
The mystery, made clear
To me
Alone
The mind, mesmerized
A mess
Forgone
The malady, mindful
And yet
Reckless
The medium, mistaken
A wrong
Address
Smiling
Tending to the dream
From deep in the dark
Remembering the breath
Stolen away
Hoping much too hard
To bring you to life
Smiling nonetheless
For that’s what you loved
Escape: A Haiku
More often than not
This moment I’m to cherish
Is overwhelming
Saturday Change
Today,
Be they multicolored
Or left white,
I want to see them
Not silent.
I want to hear their frayed edges
Delicate
Tho’ woven-well together
And moving on the winds.
Left Field: A Haiku
Why am I stolen
Why have I called this thing love
Baseball season’s here
Another page torn
Another Perfect day passed
I remove my name
On Being: A Haiku
My stars, he loved me!
Yet only in his next life
Will he recollect
3am Alchemy
Polishing the tools
Under cover of the Moon
Sterilize the wound
With Kentucky’s finest Blue
Create a masterpiece
For their eyes and accolades
Feign lamentedness
At your left feet and failed grades
Fool’s Song
It reads as a song
The answers owed
Yet never forthcoming
The questions looming
That only the ghosts entertain
The life, the life, the life
Before, now, ahead, that must be to blame
All this you’ll never know
The cheapest of tricks
And someone is singing
Subject of Prayers: A Haiku
Magic goes against
Notions the placid lake holds
Of keeping its calm
Magic I believe
The very reason I breathe
Of love’s whirlwind pace
