This Haiku: Triumph

We will all make it
To that smallest patch of sun
And come full-circle

This Haiku: Steel

You the violin
Upon which my chin would rest
But for all the chairs

Have my deepest breath
Tip-toe back, blurry my eyes
Adore from afar

“…If you wish to know
How this tough skin sparkles so
The truth’s spilled on me”

Pour the yellow paint.
We’ll create with big, bold strokes.
Say it with me: Joy.

I will spend the hours
Giv’n to me by God above
Bathing in that light

This is just a dream
And you and I the dreamers
And our tale, dreamy

Where are our manners
We came without permission
Shall we go or stay

You reach and dig deep
You overcome obstacles
You find flowers there
Student Art Credit: Miriam

All the hers you hold
With hearts hurting or torn out
You tell them their worth