I’ll never forget
Your outstretched hand in the fire
What I thought was Love
Tag Archives: Love
The People: The Haiku
You are in need, Man
In these days, We, The First-Born
Know only to help
Certain of November
Oh dearest Mom
I miss your girl
…her profile, her heart
Where you and Dad planted
Seeds of love
…and good-enough
Oh belov’d Sister
I lost your Sister
…ask me again, please again
To teach you, to lead you
Steps of strength
…and laughter contagious
Oh cold November
I won’t let you leave
…you’re here, you’ll stay
’til my Maker’s had His way
A wonderful way
…and I’m lame no more
Anti-Fear
self righteous
Anger
Love
Anger
Love
And they’ve nothing to do with eachother
From the same vessel, though, no?
Am I
Anger or Love?
It Was Taupe: A Haiku
…and so I needed
a creature that breathed odd air.
And are you not it.
The Architects
Our table, looks like life got solved here
Messy
Pretty life
The time we had….
Our table, looks like love was made here
Real
Hungry love
The time we had!
Location: Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio; Oak Park, Illinois
She Of The Field
Her stripes will never be white-washed
Her rudbeckia sun
Will never be tilled under
Love!
What cheapness have you done?
Your patch of earth, a briar field
Tall thistle lines your way
When beauty comes to ask you
Dear!
What answer will you say?
Nonplused
We were supposed to love
We were supposed to marry
We were supposed to write all that
We did
Upstairs Downstairs
I reached
Told you what you couldn’t hear
Scarred you are and far from me
Far too far from me
And I, I fear
Saturated
Society’s lies
Saturated
Society’s lies
