How shall he bid her
Trumpeted Proclamation
To ask for her hand
Sufficient
I would watch this woman-girl
I noticed when it was that she looked helpless
She looked outward, upward maybe, but not on purpose
She’d settle then
Today, I saw her mocked
She saw it too, straight away
Who would do this, I wondered, she wondered
Hopeless-believers, we knew it was someone
Begging her to look inward
I would watch this woman
Wear Wing-Tips That Day
What odd, cool walking shoes
Sueded, tan wingtips
That match your pants
That match your sueded walk
And tan, Mediterranean wings
That match your odd, your cool
This Haiku: October 23, 2015
Will I miss the pain
That tale remains to be told
I won’t miss the cold
Different Hope: A Haiku
All that I’ve expressed
Is as singing to the wind
Beauty gone somewhere
This Haiku: October 22, 2015
In secret my hands
lift you from my hip upward.
Your path shall be blessed.
In Savasana: A Haiku
Let us be quiet
together, until we can
be quiet no more.
Back To The Future: A Poem
Born of a curveball and dazzling smile
Perfecting Them everyday since
There was no way of knowing you hoped to be captured
And held and then softly convinced
But I did the dance you demanded of her
And I own the field quite fine, thanks
This smile you made and that smile I own
Equal forever in rank
This Haiku: October 21, 2015
That lyrical life
And those still, studying stares
I dream that we dance
This Walk: A Haiku
Life’s brought me laughter
And tho’ I’ve learned through life’s pain
Life owes me kisses
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