This Haiku: At The End Of The Day

All and everything

My fellow man and I have

Best placed in your hands

This Haiku: Opportunity

Dear Dance: On dark days,
do not fail to blaze a trail.
At my feet…we’ll meet.

Yes. Our ink’s able

To blend and turn smiles upward

And with glad eyes, fade….

They wish to drink peace
And are connecting the dots
We’d best feed them well

My fingerprint -yours
And you’ll serve my tea all day
In fair exchange, right?

The unnoticed threads
That hang random off of us
I like that I love

I’ve been deciding
Between such fanciful words
Or just a “Thank You”

Why did he notice?
Was it that I sought a sound?
That I’d feel once more?

Bring on the challenge
To believe what my blood knows
And deny new news