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
Steering Wheel
Gather your thoughts
Make your coffee
Feed your cat
Wash your dishes
Lasso your longing
Claim your mapdot
Remember your place
Learn your lesson
Homeward
Why we need the woman-girl
Sharing the storyline
She will save you from yourself
Lest you think too long and hard
Let her show you the world’s flora
Should your day be canvassed grey
Dare to let her lead you
In some season of your time
Teach her of the wonder-workings
To the world you navigate
Wonder then, aloud, fine sir
“Her grace, how might I hold?”
Just Eternal
It’s all just random
Pain, pleasure, whether we survive
But do not bet your life
That the just rain
On those tulips
And the inches they grew
Overnight
Isn’t just divine
