June 29, 2016: A Haiku

The ache of the ache
Or the alone of alone
May we choose neither

Tangled Haiku

This is of ancient
A thousand or more
To breathe invisible breaths
One quarter million at least
For whom love runs deep
Seven miles for now

Some very odd-years
Since the most fateful of days
I’ve said go for it.

And the two sisters
Lived happily evermore
It was decided

The kind of whispers
a man utters when his breath
is fully stolen.

Over. Round and round
I’ll pedal. I’ll not forget.
I’ll fall from That bike.

Would that the Cello
Her Master’s breath resounding
Sing on nonetheless

Draw the parallels
Take heart we’ll not intersect
Watch me from yonder

Wrists crossed
A shield of sorts
From all that burns inside
Which threat
Should be indulged
Which trouble to let slide

You never have to say you love me
Or think ahead to hold the door
You never have to buy me blossoms
Or sweep me ‘cross the dancehall floor

The information you must give me
In your secret, rhythmic rhyme
I’ll wait at home plate, send it searing
In your signature hang time