The Project: A Haiku

Walk away, away
From all you’d hoped to repair
I’ll pretend I’m brave

Country: A Haiku

Tenor with a twang
Will you sing of daughters’ eyes
Charge that they not sigh

I waive my white flag
To you my fair, checkered past
My if-only life

Don’t leave me emptied
anymore, evermore -don’t.
Don’t steal away me.

Oh to no longer
be unrecognizable
and disconnected.

You speak soft as if
you are not a universe,
you soft universe.

We betray ourselves
Should we seek a loving heart
Yet look not within

Church bells at 7
Lighted trees in the backyard
Your heart forever

You opened your hand
Though all your synapses say
Clench your fist tightly

I’ll repeat this here
There is an ease in their eyes
You’ll need it too now