Tag Archives: Ask
Bid me tell you yesO’ Our Stars
Not obtuse
Not acute
Not Hell-bent for the stars
I must go
I must be
I must give what is ours
If you look
If you ask
If you promise what’s true
You will find
You will learn
You will become who’s you
Sky Askew
Where is the what
or the Who that explains
the oft’ fruitlessness
of my overall mess and the how I say yes long before I have said I know why?
When my proclivity
to touch humanity’s
innate toxicity
brings my doom, what is it that lauds me and steals the sharpest wits gifted me?
inexplicable
The overturned stone
The crushed twig
Lying there
Go back
Go back
Unsee
Unwonder
Un-ask
Permission
Only after
I’ve emptied out everything
Poured it across and slinked it back in
Would I open my eyes
And seek
Permission
I’ll Ask: A Haiku
What is she telling
All the orange-red raspiness
The sitar in back
