Friday, April 8, 2016: A Haiku

Thank you for the slow
Slow-motion snowflakes today
Today of all days

But For Feet: A Haiku

You will never prove

Your deepest, darkest disdain

Is not aimed at me

As I realize
The downright folly of thoughts
I pull them up high

At day’s end I fall
into the red not having
known the poem of you.

Unsettled I am
Reflecting on the fine line
Hope and Delusion

sweet and willing wings
the babiest bird I seek
to rest my tired head

None ebony plan
Do you have for where I ache
Sing me then to sleep

I want our alone
Damn it how you talk to me
As if I were yours

i’m wasting a wish

but it feels worth it to me

i wish you nearer

A screaming Eagle
Has made this life most perfect
It’s not what I saw