Tag Archives: hope
Nothing here is newSlander: A Haiku
I’m hurting today
There’ll be heart-stains everywhere
If I’m not silent
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Some bowl of cherries
Is what I’ll focus upon
Some new day ahead
Step Lively
If you’re trekking alone in the dark
The train station within sight
Hope of home in your heart
Schedule unknown but hoping you won’t be late
Those obstacles in the meantime?
The throngs of strangers
The loved One who neither noticed you’re gone, nor cares whether you’ll ever return
A nearly dead battery and bank balance
Yesterday tethered around your ankles
Take comfort, you are seen
Someday, in 20/20 hindsight, find
A candle shone in some window
That beautiful soul, burned for you
The train leaves sharp at 11:11pm
You are loved far greater than you think
Now run, freely
And step lively


We Slay
May I melt into you at sunset, when our day is done, and the deep — delicious, as a buffet — lies before us?
Will you walk with me into that starred-space, wish upon the seconds with me, and show me what courage in the dark can accomplish?
Battle with me — and sometimes, for me — fellow-dreamer, in those in-between hours, then soothe my mind when I wake to the day
So again I may slay 
Talent
What say we keep walking
In tranquility
You and me
See what we see
A new day today
A better way
Exhale a time or two
In hope the adrenaline
Flows
Lay bets that being a true friend
Will in the end
Find us fine and dandy
And New and Final
Darlin’
Can we?
Collab: Our Haiku
Thou art a figment
A Creator-created
Grand ideation….
Co-artist Credit: Tiger R. Age 6
Keep Finding
Reasons everywhere
To pick up and restore
Again and again
What is broken, but beautiful
Discarded, but eternally in-demand
Whether yours, theirs, ours
This banner, heralded
At The Bell
Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too
It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes
Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune
We Begin
An hour, now, clutching the cold morning coffee, an acrid-filled, comfortless cup.
Still dark.
Consumed, we, with what’s bearing down at the door — bellowing “more, more, and more!”
Its roar.
Will this new blanket be warm enough, this day sustain hope beyond the front-porch light?
Windows fogged.
Still, dawn’s bright, there, without, meets a heat — long-stored and stoked — here, within.
We Begin.
Just Like Yesterday
Were I to wear cowgirl boots on New Year’s Eve’
Would they walk me to your shine?
Were you to spin 70’s tunes on your record player
Would your dancin’ feet meet mine?
What did you wish for on your birthday without me
A shared path for us to find?
What I begged of the Ghost of Christmas Past
A machine to turn back time….
