As I stay busy
At the beauty
I will leave fate
To tell of the somehow
That beautiful minds think
Alike
November 7, 2016: A Haiku
When you do your best
Yet things don’t work out as hoped
You still did your best
Fess
Can I admit
I lost
I am lostThat as such
Can I say
I find
I am foundSuch is this
Do & Don’t: A Haiku
In the such short years
We see them all fall away
And our promises….
blond
From somewhere far, lament sings
Nearer still, there’s hope’s eased breath
Tho’ sad’s strings stir me
The Unknown’s my best friend
Almost Missed
Decree there be
That time for low light
For quiet contemplation
For the easy adjustment of eyes
And clarity, clarity
Abour the ever-evolving
Distraction from the dance
Apices
He’s afraid of coming close
She looks too much like him
The same sharp teeth
The same keen nose
The same deliberate swim
She wears scars so visibly
His brother’s constant barbs
They catch his eye
They call his cape
They yet keep him afar
November 3, 2016: A Haiku
The finest truth sir
Lies calm Just behind these eyes
Let heaven tell it
Patently
Fire engine
Strong ankles
A slowing walk
Elevation
Weakened knees
The city fades
My Oh My
Empire State
Truth To Me
There were footsteps
Invisible, loud
Crushing at first
Then funny
What else was there to do but disbelieve
And laugh
Looking down
There is purple and black
Walking away
Someone did come after all
To take and not rescue
To take and take and take
