Tag Archives: Love
Roguing
Ripped from her victory garden
With promises of Roses & Violets
Sugar & Sweet compliments
Tiny poems as pollen
Soon left alone, till in hand
Thistle seed as some parting gift
So goes love to life
Roguing now, she
Mothering nature
In the early Spring sun
Blamed, but cultivating, still
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


Just
Remind me to love, Lord
One ear up to all the world
One myopic eye
Just one
To all that ails me
Give me You
A curiosity-cocked mind
To learn just what is their need
Light to shine, that all feel seen
Many comforts and time to share
Who Decides: A Haiku
If you are just Pain
When you’d tried to be just Love
Are you still just Pain?
Rod & Reel
“I love you,” and the like
Together, if even apart
Find yourself offering up applause
Whether they crush it
Whether they barely manage a tick
An, “atta boy”
An, “atta girl”
In this life and beyond
Pardon Me
Shadow work to do now
Let’s face it — I didn’t care
I did, and then…I didn’t
I do — or it’s possible, I don’t
Tell me what you think, and don’t hold back
We can’t stay here forever
For fuck’s sake, why would we want to?
Who isn’t ready, at this point, for some great and epic adventure!
Who?
Tell me
This is my prayer, my petition
My pardon
Doves: A Haiku

Now friend, come outside
See me, how I summon thee
Each and ev’ry morn’
605 Nights
Too many nights
Tonight finally was
Begging God
Which He warns us against
But He loves you, so
Just this one last time….
Bring him back
I love him unending
Bid him tell me why
I was not worth a goodbye
The mirror becomes exhausted seeing your broken heartedness
605 nights
You finally break your own heart enough to tell yourself
I love you, Lisa
Say that instead
Such words do not feel so difficult or surprising afterall
And you believe it
I feel so disastrous, then how is it I sing?
May I melt into you at sunset, when our day is done, and the deep — delicious, as a buffet — lies before us?