Make you move mountains
Love me like a big-leaguer
Make you run not walk
Tag Archives: Brave
Disappeared
I braved the elements for you
Chill and loneliness barefoot
Shoulders faint, but unafraid
Shield extended to cover you
Hunter and warrior I’ve been
Provider, defender I’ll be
Our roles reversed
Sacrificing me
You self-destructed a time ago
Your supernova has felled thee
Up Front: A Haiku
I found you are brave
Sugar, I know your heart’s strong
I need your feet swift
Brave the Sun
Were you here
If you dared
To be beside
Me
As We
Careened too fast
Straightaway
Down some side street
I have traveled
Many times
And you’ve not
Would you
Summon courage
Brave the Sun
Look at me
And find yourself
Glad to notice
Remnants of
My morning coffee
Remnants of
My morning coffee
Lingering, glistening
Upon upturned corners
Of my lips?
July 10, 2016: A Haiku
Dare to see your feet
Marvel at their tender steps
Braving steepest hills
Fathom
Wondering, wandering, white-cotton boy
How many teeth did you see
As you made your way through
The waves of this World
Did water give respite to thee
Without wind or sail or even an oar
To propel your dreams onward to land
Did you bear your teeth only
At darkness and fear
And when others sought help, gave your hand
He Hides
My feet finally rooted
I dare to the window to watch
The funny ol’ man who wanders with a triangular kind of walk, steady though
I listen faithfully for his footsteps, just because
Just because he almost never makes a sound otherwise
Except that he talks to the sunrise
And I’ll hear him again later when I sit for breakfast
Afternoons, while I’m in the yard, there’s the clickety-clack of his feet heading home
Amusingly, and not often enough, he shouts random thoughts to the flowers, who he seems to love so well
Once, at breakfast, I got brave
I asked whether he was in need
I whispered actually, but he heard, then did at once oblige and set a spell
Now, at night, he knocks
I wake to talk, but he hides
Funny ol’ man