June 16, 2016: A Haiku

Ask just the question
To which you see the answer
Warns the tattered heart

June 15, 2016: A Haiku

All the all of you
Aimed straight at my soul I wish
Weren’t coincidence

was it that i was
a most delicate flower
who could hold her own?

I have fancy eyes
And smiles that last forever
With which to make haste

Blanket Me with books
In the grass and balmy air
Try to kiss me there

The one running loose
With Einstein hair wants to learn
Is love relative

My hand and a kiss
Take nothing more from me, Love
Summon no wise words

And it’s disastrous
And it beautifies the world
Imagination

It was just a child
The world put its weight upon
It was just a bride

You held it for me
Hope as to lift up a friend
I prayed it for you