Not an ounce
Not a bit
Not a lick
Of choice
I can’t run
I can’t hide
I can’t change
My voice
Far above
Far away
Far beyond
The noise
A great God
A wise man
A free soul
Employs
Tag Archives: hope
The Farm
I’ll settle it seems
For any reverberation
That I’d believe again
In my still hoping hand
Knowing the years must grant
The gentle kindness and fun
I’d once claimed as my faith
Covered
5 minutes to sunrise
Dash out
Climb to the highest height
Catch in your arms
All I’ve promised from the East
Add hope of your own
With all your might
Fling-far to the West
Our new pact
5 minutes to sunrise
I dash out….
Mind’s Eye II
Tucked away
Happy
Dancing by now, I bet
Reaching out
Expecting
Hoping
All This
Is That way
Eve
These are not holiday colors
Under this skin
Shocking, rising
Dissipating to fade
There are no saints to celebrate
No martyrs or departed
Save hope
To mourn
White Lace and China
All the time you wished to fly
I held out hope
As birdseed at a tiny flowered threshold
To tell you, not tempt you
Take me with you
Stay home
Floweth
All this there is
Things -oh so many things
There are
That now never will I
Conceive and utter
Yet I could only hope
Only Hope
So I expected a chance
I was stopped
As I journeyed
Fleeing me
I didn’t believe blue was blue
I couldn’t conceive true was true
I deem the conclusions I drew
As blinded by hope’s dusty hue
In Dog Years: A Haiku
One-Hundred-Thousand
percent of me is for you.
I have that much, yes.
A Haiku: My Frailty
Words, just used-up words
Images promising lies
And hell broken loose
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