With we by our side
With the storm being The Calm
With hope a-rumblin’
Not My First Haiku
Tag Archives: Calm
Winter: Now’s Haiku
These are tender days
Savor, now, what frees shadows
Bravery, breath, time
Doves: A Haiku
Now friend, come outside
See me, how I summon thee
Each and ev’ry morn’
Je m’appelle Lisa
I neither got to visit Versailles
Nor know wanderlust’s calm at Gare de Bruges
That glory was one beat too far
Moulin Rouge commanded some checklist, foreign to me
And we’d “miles to go”
Topless beaches on the Med, and all….
Damned dogmas
But Kings and Conductors still summon me
For they heard my name
Nightly, I tell them
You’ve known no such power
And masterpiece
Such God-Speed
As me
So this suitcase sits at my bedside
Packed
With ink-pen and parchment
Pinafores and peace
Decreeing
Whistling
Ready
Acceptance: A Haiku
I ask of the trees
What fresh-faced former stranger
To calmness am I?
Tomorrow Leave
I asked you then, come away
From pretending
From costume parties
To remove the mask
To wear your name proud
The name borne of your mother’s heart
The name I called you as a child
Remember who you truly are
Remember what you deeply love
Creatures, cars, cooking, calm
Comfort in my crazy arms
Leave behind the aged bones
Leave to find your first true home
I ask you now, come away
In the Echinacea
A Cardinal, spying from the pow’r lines by my kitchen window, acts tempestuously
As if he cannot resist me
Truth be told, I’m fond of him, too
Remarkable as he is — less a vivid red than most, and volume missing in the tufts of his shaggy cone
I know the migration he’s been through, and he needs that
Unafraid to ask, I say, “What is it you want?”
His response…be still, my heart!
I won’t betray his confidence, but we see eye-to-eye
It’s the reason he finds himself landing in my backyard peach tree at every possible opportunity
Poking around in the Echinacea, for calm
Glad I give him refuge, I leave open the door
Talking with him like this, leaves me wanting more
Ketchup
Every moment spent on edge
Feeling on the fringe
Shouting matches in our minds
Calm asks where we’ve been
Know there is a fix for this
Truly, there’s a path
Go to your knees, finally
Seek His face and ask
Where We Find Ourselves
Excitable
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