Exhaust: A Haiku

Nothing except days
And the heartbreaking warning
There'll be no nights

Good Privilege: A Haiku

This air! Oh, this air
I am privileged to bear
The Cross of its care!

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

And now with soft touch
And with the most silent voice
Say what you must say

Even the insect
Green, excited and nervous
Is most poetic

As he lands firmly
Near to me, one thing he knows
My poetic prose

Such gorgeous ramblings
Have we, he'll spout, grammar-less
Need-less, filter-less

Please never cower
Flight is just to capture your
Imagination

(Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 9)
(Photo Model: Reggie R., age 14)

Wishing beyond hope
The back of my soul be burned
With all that you'd said

We kept holding hands
I clinging and you dragging
One day we let go

Unheard and angry
Misunderstood and tuned out
Nothingness finds you

The Constellations
I've need to unravel Them
To disclose the stars