When you pled the Fifth
Were you smirking and smiling
As big as I hurt
Poets’ Question
Is
There
No
Limit
The depth of this delusion
The height to this hope
What
Be
The
Impetus
The inspiriration of this imagination
The food for this fall
Like Some King
What kind of kisses do you crave
I think I’ll ask, to catch you off-guard
To settle myself
And make your thoughts soar
From that dark desk
To somewhere you’d rather be
Once irritated, but glad now how you gave nod to my request
For this interview
Yet what has that to do, you’ll think, with paper or policy-making
Nothing and everything, you know I know
As if I’ve read your thoughts
There’s no harm in breakfast before work
Thursday: A Haiku
Take away my need
To cling, to throw back to days
Before I knew you
Somewhere Tree
Tree
As pleasing to my ear
How when thou bids me
Should I cast mine eyes to onto thee
When the fruit borne there
As poison to my sinew
Tree
Blessed
She a girl
Who understood a heart
Who served her Master
Who trembled in fear
Who on her knees
Pondered
Treasured
Acquiesced
Became
Blessed
Lowly Sun: A Haiku
Lately my eye sees
The long shadows of the day
The forlornest face
Dear Mister
Dear Mister
My man
As I draft the morrow’s lesson plan
Will you allow me
To stand
At the sink
Wishing not to let them sink
A grapefruit breakfast in my hand
Juice and seeds dripping
Will you be thankful
To stand
At the ready
Wishing not to leave me there
A lone wolf come dinner time
Howls and echoes looming
Dear Mister
My man
As you make your lifelong plan
bedtime: A Haiku
Black ink, white paper
The alphabet became grey
And hope bled away
Say What
My daddy said,
“Girl, you’ll catch more flies with sugar than vinegar.”
I took it as gold.
Here I am pushin’ fifty and it’s only now I see.
Flies? My sugar? Hell no.
