For how long elsewhere
I look and see my city
I choose to come home
Art Credit: Tiger R., age 7
Dream Catcher: A Haiku
The Clouds I dismissed
Strut back gleaming as the Sun
With Gauntlet in hand
perfect pretty
I’m realizing that
This is a patchwork
That is at times prickly
This notion of perfect
That demands precision
This is a perversion
That has been our peril
I’m realizing this
This Haiku: Art and Tears
What use are the words
I’ll offer silence with strength
And belief in you
Still, Soft Search
Four corners I’ve found
Flat, hard, sharp, square
I dig in, grasping, despite the glare
Emptying
It would appear
It is for naught
And not my style
I let go, hoping, because the song
Singing
The world must be softer than this
We
Let’s not look
Let’s just know
Let’s not map
Let’s just go
Let’s share shoulders
Let’s love long
Let’s hold hands
Let’s Stay strong
Truth Beside Me
Please wake up
Let me be selfish
With your arms and your eyes
Hold me, behold me
Warm me, melt me
Guide me, lead me on
Draw me closer, become one
Passion: A Haiku
You maddening thing
Kissing me beneath my hat
Walking boldly off
You’ll Do Fine
I’ve seen it
How you drive
All the rage
As you venture
To the Lands
All the others
Seem to fearGuts in gear
Sixth sense afire
Eyes on prize
Finger on pulse
Caution to wind
Yes
You’ll do fine
This Haiku: September 26, 2015
Atlas with a smile
And an ocean for a soul
May you sleep easy
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