Tag Archives: Beautiful
To feel average againFreediver
Do I want your drink of water
Quenching my hard-earned oddities
Drowning the flame and heat of me
Dampening the hue of my hair
And this heart
Do I want your white-washing
Pretending away this good graffiti
Covering evidence of my depth
Ameliorating (ha!) my helping you see
Different is beautiful, too
Do I?
Married: A Haiku
Beautiful liar
You take you. You go away
Back from whence you were
Haiku on Calligraphy
Curly-Q edges
My simple, pretty attempts
You douse with ego
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 10
Course
This beautiful crash
The pieces
The woman
Unrecognizable
And there will be a void
The would-be help
Many of Us
As I stay busy
At the beauty
I will leave fate
To tell of the somehow
That beautiful minds think
Alike
The Search For Strings
Some other song
Still the cello’s rolling drawl
Still the violin fiddling with convention
Still the red and grey and wooded
And white
Still the notes hanging, then slow-motion wafting
On high
Still the Beautiful
First Hour
The beautiful story stupidly told
The tragic mistake but for to survive
The far away light by shutter drawn close
The walk long and tall though not yet awake
