Not a paper heart
Visited me, but also,
Not a ghost of lies
February 14, 2023: A Matter of Time’s Haiku
Tag Archives: Ghost
Blueridge Jaw: A Haiku
So pretty you wish
The liar had been ugly
He wasn’t, was he?
Still Grieving
These why-natured questions no human has answered
Nor monsters willing, either
Invade my slumber
Nightmares, demanding I wash the dishes
Become thinner and wear clothes that aren’t mis-matched
Occupy mistress status
Keep me searching
Leaving me susceptible to sages insisting
A renaissance woman now, I ought dress for my inner warrior
The muse who I let be stolen
At 3am I harken her
A ghost now, still grieving for answers from man-shaped monsters — those captains who’ve abandoned the ship
She cannot answer back
Just Like Yesterday
Were I to wear cowgirl boots on New Year’s Eve’
Would they walk me to your shine?
Were you to spin 70’s tunes on your record player
Would your dancin’ feet meet mine?
What did you wish for on your birthday without me
A shared path for us to find?
What I begged of the Ghost of Christmas Past
A machine to turn back time….
Debt of Love: A Haiku
These darkened months spent
He paid no thought to our vow
Were we not worth that?
Why They Walk: A Double-edged Haiku
Aching Sunday
Tremendous love, resides inside
As an aria
Weightless and burdensome
How is it that such fullness
This nothing less than aching
Arrives and leaves me
Walking
Feeling
As a ghost on Sunday
An otherwise fine, fine day
And there are no ears to touch?
Boy Upon The Hill
Nothing’s fitting
Not the double barrel shotgun you placed against my heart
Not your blindfold upon me anymore
Nor your murderous silence
I’ve outgrown your cowardice
The singe of alone you always left me is fading away
But the boy you killed, I’ll live with daily
Stolen from me, the memory gorgeous
The boy upon the hill calling me
Kissing me
After some schoolbell tolled
All these decades, still
Outmoded
Throw me over as an anchor
First, untether me
Cast aside this castaway
Abandon me afterall
To my turmoil, my need
So that you would sail
And should we meet
As ghost-ships might?
May it be as passing
Daily
Thick with it, time was
But the naïve do not know to know
All the breath was of wishing ghosts
The music -mere lawful lies
And none were bowed but to their own bruised hearts
Sing me away they said
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