Hey, Satan: A Haiku
“I feel a small fire….”
She says, in sing-song slang.
God knows, she’s afire.
nanoparticle thoughts
Action: A Haiku
As a Director:
Action! For words in This realm
Are not currency
Goodness Ocean
I take my leave from those who gaze, idly
Or avert their eyes, altogether
Onward, Ho! To teach!
To share air — and indeed, to breathe!
For I can only learn and grow
Alongside those who will take their turn
Do their worst, and make such noise
To right the wrongs with waves of change
As the Goodness Ocean must
First Snow: A Haiku
Good God — that snowflake!
There upon her eyelashes
I must kiss it off….
Non Grata
The Bond
My condolences in advance
When dawn dawns
When your light proves up
How you’ve chosen one who doesn’t choose you
When without masks, you’ve given freely of yourself
In vulnerability
In honesty
Maybe messy, but as a firework
To a soul-less soul
One steeped in habits of hiding and avoidant attachment
Devoid of words or a will to stay
Champion yourself, champion, and know you’ve fought the good fight
Though you fought alone
Though you shadow boxed
Know that next time, there’ll be no next time
No room for their prose in your poem
Sky & Earth: A Haiku
I see clearly now
These clouds are what they will be
And I am ageless
Perp & Traitor: His Haiku
Here in metaphor
I tear flesh from lying bones
Whilst he preys at large