There’s been a weaving
Of a different kind
Than I’d once meant
Now completed
This bastard
Has undone me
washed
Primitive heart
Can I abandon you now
Is the world safe
Again
Outside
Over-protective imagination
Can I embrace your flight
Will I see to catch
Myself
Falling
Or will my all forever be
As snow
Pure and driven
Insulated and blinded
By itself
Speak: A Haiku
There’s so great a need
So many of us searching
For loving kindness
We Are Us
I needed us to take back
On my behalf
The so much that I’d missed
Some stolen before I had a voice
Some stolen as I stayed silent
So toy store visits decorated our days
And I made decisions
With only we in mind
Word & Deed: A Haiku
You’ve treated the truth
as a hip-pocket secret,
to be tucked away.
Another secret
(whispering): You’re a gambler
with no hand to play.
In Dog Years: A Haiku
One-Hundred-Thousand
percent of me is for you.
I have that much, yes.
girl genius
She would seem simple
She would wear gingham
Carolina in her blood
Straight talk and backbone
Not a chance she’d want curls
I’m not sure if she’d laugh
But her eyes’d have a smile
And her voice’d have a lilt
When she’d call kindness home
Found Now
The whole of you fills my days now
Those little pieces of you
Busily, brilliantly quieting
The noise I thought never would leave
The noise I feared would leave
Gloriously
Quieting
Finale: A Haiku
You roller coaster
With that loop de loop de loop
So thrill me baby
-ists & -isms: A Haiku
Still, jeweled City
There was never ruin here
And none illusion
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