Fire, framed by black, black fear
Lament of the trauma years
Yet, hold hope, for truth rings clear
‘round the edges, light appears
despicable he
Tag Archives: Poetry
Love, Author
This love is
Mammoth, yet
Expanding daily
Despite the seeming quiet of Our Universe
This love is
Consecrated, still
Asking eternally
Weren’t we Our Home?
Not The End: Our Haiku
I died at your hand
I resurrected myself
I told my story
Things in Threes: Our Haiku
Through
Tea Leaves
Cooperation
on occasion
there was, I recall
With attention
— dare I mention —
to the most primal instinct of all
But love
what of love
thusly, here the poem ends
For one cannot
and one ought not
use, abuse, and pretend
Jokes: Their Haiku
Fluorescence
As light on eagle’s wings
You and I shone no more alone
Us, a part
Of one grand lumen
A candelabra
An abracadabra
Were we
*****
Separated particles now
Conjuring ended
Never again to sense
Green and feathery fingertips
Glow gone
Darkness in your midst
Did I reach you
The Search For Words
You hold no Universe…no balance, in your hands.
Release what you thought was yours.
Allow the busy minds to be full with content over their choices.
They want what they want…give it to them.
Trespassed
both hands on the steering wheel
direct impact
no hands on the steering wheel
no hands
steering wheel into flesh
the soft
then the crushing
crushing of ribs
an explosion
an exhalation of breath, lungs
lungs pushing
pushing the heart upward outward
no more breath
no more heart
no more air
no more blood
blood everywhere crushed now
I know what it feels like to love
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