Come. We should play now.
Let’s tip over the quiet.
Spill out the silly.
This Haiku: Light Before Me
I’m too weak to touch
Who stands in light before me
Are you illusion
So I breath shallow
Contemplating the deep drink
Of consecration
Love Better: A Haiku
I saw us loving
But it was in black and white
There must be color
New Songs
Scouring the shops for retro playthings, been-used books and classic, gently-worn threads
I find whimsy
Somehow the hit songs from even this and last year’s summers seem broken, dusty and worn-through at the knees
I’m left thirsty
Used, non-sensical songs creakily playing broken, dusty, worn words, reminding me
Of the lies I said to myself to survive at about thirteen
I’ve survived…I believe, and I want this: new songs
This Haiku: Adrenaline
Where would you have me
Splash and spill adrenaline
That’s flowing from me?
Somewhere in the Mountains
This Haiku: More Than Life
In word, deed and thought
I want to dance slow and long
With Integrity
This Haiku: Harmony
I wish you wellness
As my wish is heard on high
Now you need not thirst
Photo Credit: Harmony, 2nd grade Havenwoods State Forest;
Milwaukee, WI
Today: A Haiku
I Learned. I Noticed.
I Wondered. I Do Believe.
This Is How I Feel.
I Know My Name
You look and you learn
You seek and you see
But this shirt I slept in
This shirt that I wept in
Is the shirt where I learned to see me
It’s the shirt that I’ll dance in
It’s the shirt that I’ll love in
And tho’ it’s still stained
With milk and not meat
It will not be made a mockery
This Haiku: Refine Me
Will one persevere
When, at long last, too-warm hands
Reach too-hot a flame
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