Looking up from the down
My eyes
Having been temporarily imprisoned
I matter-of-factly acknowledged The Light
It had been there all the while
And I knew It
(Sunrise Over Lake Michigan, Milwaukee)
Tag Archives: Friend
Horizon
Grieve, good man
There is no shame
Scream if you must, or sing
I’ll hold your space from afar, when you need to step away from this spinning place
I’ll be your friend when time feels like your enemyMourn, my sister
As has been prescribed
Cry, though with clear, bright eyes
I’ll hold your heart, when it feels much too heavy for your wondrous frame to bear
I’ll speak the name of the sorrow the world denies you know
My Carolina Days
Joy was my best friend, ever
A passionate Southern accent
Kind, though
Clear blue eyes and a reliable car
“Clutch,”
It’s a compliment
The only one who came through
Who showed up
I hope her boyfriend made things right
There was nothing he was doing
More important than Joy
Joy told me the best joke
An immature, juvenile joke
The kind you still giggle about at 50
Maybe less a joke than advice
“Shave your butt and walk backwards”
It’s a compliment
That you made someone laugh
Especially at them-self
There’s not enough of us doing that
These days
I want to laugh with Joy again
Steph: An Epic Poem
She,
I think,
Would be Stephanie
A love I didn’t know I needed
A friend from a Friend
Both martyred
For, what are true friends for?
She,
Stephanie,
Would have gifted me
A kind word
A wise word
Both since otherwise elusive in my world
For, looking back, what did I expect?
She,
Steph, we’d have called her,
Would be a poem -nay, is a poem
A poem and sister to a brother
A work of art with no end, they are
Both Epic story-songs
For, hear thou, their lyrical air?
She,
Stephanie,
Would be safe from me now
A sword of truth having pierced my soul
A prayer of forgiveness asked
Both to self and sin, I desire to die
For what, but abandonment, is there?
She,
Stephanie,
Would be thirty soon
A soul eternal
A girl, a woman
Both alive
For, ‘tho I don’t deserve, why too am I?
Fair Weather, Friend
Oh!
I shall exhale
Pray for pouring rain as my forum
For there I will make such weeping
And I won’t want them to see
Yes!
There’ll be no taste of salt
But mere ozone and clarity
Fresh, cold clarity
And latitude
The Companion: A Haiku
Hope was the first One
Who danced within my thoughts and
Kissed my lips this morn'
His fire warmed my bones
He gifted to me a cup
Half full and intact
My Own Friend
Since I’ve created
A virtual haven here
I’ll uncreate it
Henceforth, you’re banished
Though I love you, I love you,
I’ll be my own friend
Kit: A Haiku
Sell your everything
Except for your soul this time
Come back, my best friend
Before We Became
It once was
We asked
It now seems
We Act
As Friends
As voyeurs
As judges
As would-be teachers and angels
Without wondering whether
We know
Or know not
crumple: a haiku
What if it’d been you
Who sat down at that table
Today as my friend
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