Which activities make you lose track of time?
I lose track of time thinking about bookstores and lexicographer hearts and road-trips from Colorado.
Ev’ry word from you
Stayed away and stayed away
As if I’d no need
Why, Webster: A Haiku
Tag Archives: Need
how to fight
not alright to need
neither ought we pause to breathe
nor dawdle
to this I can’t concede
grasp for ev’ry next brass ring
should we choose to hold out hope
hope for one more decimal place
such mandate was tiring
trade our souls for bragging rights
nevermind the sunrise
harbor disdain in our eyes
instead I chose against the Night
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
In the Echinacea
A Cardinal, spying from the pow’r lines by my kitchen window, acts tempestuously
As if he cannot resist me
Truth be told, I’m fond of him, too
Remarkable as he is — less a vivid red than most, and volume missing in the tufts of his shaggy cone
I know the migration he’s been through, and he needs that
Unafraid to ask, I say, “What is it you want?”
His response…be still, my heart!
I won’t betray his confidence, but we see eye-to-eye
It’s the reason he finds himself landing in my backyard peach tree at every possible opportunity
Poking around in the Echinacea, for calm
Glad I give him refuge, I leave open the door
Talking with him like this, leaves me wanting more
Need
How would the rodents speak
What words would they say
“Yes, you, bring berries to your back yard
And all manner of citrus and apples alike
Fresh, full with fructose, on these barren of days
We planned well for the season
The Winter in May of the Spring
Evidence our good-faith actions
Our holes in diligence dug
Where we find once again, our daily bread
While our feathered Southern friends, oh!
How they need, need, need your hand
We’ll let them dine
We promise”
Unrepentant Rain
The Need
The cold of the coatless
Barefoot in the winter
Far from home
The why of the camera
Catching traumatized eyes
Near an empty dinner cup
The strength of these hands
Compelled by unknown forces
Closer, closer to their hands
December 13, 2016: A Haiku
While boundaryless
There was nothing, there was need
There was disaster
Sound
Hear
Calypso drummed
Children play
Wing beats
Water’s ripple
Hammocks swang
Dew cling
Sunshadows long
Togethery-ness
Happy
And My Door
I confess
I do need the few things that I want
For they’d help me to walk less only
My heart put to the test
The more longish glance
The brush of a hand
Some help small or grand
And of course, that last dance
Reserved though this is, for the rest
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