Hey, how’s it they do it?
These women, these friends
Surely they’ve some frayed ends?
Lipgloss and love
Their superpower for sure
And they awe me
The really Something they give
At all costs
As Ginger, in heels and backwards
Going forward in grace
All day and always
Tag Archives: Love
Kinetic
We look ahead at sixty now
The gander, grace-filled
The graceful goose
Silvery fire, calm
Wondrous!
So we wait and keep walking
Flying, when we’re able
But never again bewildered
If we would not be this
We could not be that
Original thought credit: Ms. Joni Mitchell; “Both Sides Now”
circa
I met you
Through some avenue
In a trip around the sun
That always seems to shine on time
On a whim
Supernaturally
Light of my nine lives
For what purpose is certain
wife of his youth
Do you remember, before you were born, child, how I was sad a lot, for I, back then, was always the other?
While he, in utmost civil tongue, talked and laughed hard with others and shouted and murdered and silenced the me
I talked to you, “It is okay.” and God would keep us and we three would always, always, always have eachother
God danced with us and I with you when no one else would dance with me…there was always and always another
Official
She dressed up
Silly little, frilly little
Dress
For him, for her
Can her smile truly know?
Were the days
Was her heart
Not pretty enough?
Why dress up
Why wrap in shining paper
Already there, forever there
Love
The World whispered so
Friend in Haiku
Hat back on your head
And stop tipping it to me
I need no kudos
Remnants
This is my own tragedy
This telepresence, of sorts
I, loving you
Self-created, for my imagination is that of a girl reading far too many fanciful tales of interplanetary affection and of camel-led caravans of the Orient
The dust of this all still surrounds me
Something I alone permit
Against God’s will,
I believe in you
a whirl
Us on our wheels
Moving
Going
Where?
When we arrive
Finally
Thankfully
Home?
No Mere Myth
‘Tis true, love is a madness
Yet not merely, tho’ entirely
And its abode a wrongful ill
Yet I, at home in love
Nonetheless
Original thought Credit:
William Shakespeare; “Love is merely a madness….”
Capitalized: The Haiku
A vision of you
Knighted, with the letter “K”
Not the letter “N”
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