Tag Archives: Muse
Fireworks, Baby
Count yourself among the many
Who do not care to consider my midnight musings of any value
To know my heart-wrenching pleas for your return
Sent unrequited out
But what you need know
My last diary entry was a mid-summer date
Immediately before the fireworks, but after my hope expired
Your birthday, baby
Mama’s Sick: A Haiku
Such is pretending
You sing to me in secret
How you want my hand
Flagged: A Haiku
Calling all muses
Know that Wicked Wit’s amused
You are being used
Old Neighborhood
Don’t think there’s not anything left
I touch you now and still
There is
For I hear weekend giggles
I see the toys of us
I taste pink bubblegum ice cream
I smell farm and city musings
I intuit us
god dust
A god of sorts, and my muse, how you made me
Created me and made me reach
Let me cry, watched me love
Let me down, helped me up
Some universe, somewhere is missing what dust
Like Before: A Haiku
Write, pray, be…out loud
Everything’s such a poem
Here on Planet Muse
Haiku December 21, 2016
Always this is there
The white, the arms, the angel
I am always here
Without Fail: A Haiku
What is this soul-mate
This muse, who wears Others’ shoes
Whose worth walks these halls
f-stop: A Haiku
You cannot capture
all that is musing about
here in this vessel.
