Self-hatred and angst
We will forthwith be free from
They said to their souls
Florida
I like your music
Drunken karaoke
Stumbling elders wearing not much else but Sunshine State smiles
Escapees of all ages, retired from thinking places
Evolved, now
Intuition and third-eye compass — be damned!
Disregard for reason wafting freely into my consciousness on your cigarette smoke-laden, early morning, top-of-your-lungs, southern-drawled out conversations
About nothing that matters
But I like your music
I like it
To Dad
I tried
Together to rip off the band-aid with you
To allow the city sun to shine upon the wounds we allowed others to inflict
Vitamin D for our tough-skinned inner-child
The parentified children we were
The superhero we each became
Heal with me, I shrieked to deafened ears
The same way we’d said it to dad
Heal for me
New Ocean
A freeing, I imagine, is the gift we’d gift eachother
Leave the striving and othering to striving others grasping for some brass ring
Leave the grasping to the ocean waves that want more of the shore
A new ocean and eachother’s, I know…gold rings…free
Be Curious: A Haiku
Burning Bush Moments
God gives one to each of us
Let’s take off our shoes
Motherhood
And then, daylight
Appeared — what for, this song
This soft white light
The quiet, cool exhalation
I’d waited a lifetime
None books I’d read
No wisdom sent my way
Foretold through the ages
Oh, those kind sages!
The wholesale beauty of you
Disarm: A Haiku
These rectangle rooms
Tangled rooms here in my heart
My heart feels alarmed
Lemonade: A Haiku
I promise, Ocean
I will love you all the more
Should next week it rain
Unfallen: The Haiku
There, in Garden Earth,
she’s worthy. Whether he sees,
ought not concern her.
Original Thought Credit: “…and your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you.” -Genesis 3:16
Educated Women: Our Haiku
You’ll leave, not be left
Riddled by early love-bombs
Hungry from breadcrumbs
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