This complete life
Has been about nothing
But having it all
Ripped away and pulled out from under
Glorious arms and legs
Made stronger
Never getting a free ride from
The orange-striped vehicle of my choice
And it goes on forever
Faster, slower, stop, again
Tag Archives: Poetry
Tad
Make him strong legs
Dark hair in his age
Eyes filled with Light
Pace his heart with yours
First Hour
The beautiful story stupidly told
The tragic mistake but for to survive
The far away light by shutter drawn close
The walk long and tall though not yet awake
Haunts
The good dance
The bad crazy
And will I be prepared
Heart Lore
Which are the important words
The ones we want made clear
Whose sentiment we underscore
Whose truths we need to hear
It’s key that they not remain words
But values we live out
Let us let them color us
And show what we’re about
Next Life
It was the wind
Just
I told my neck
So sure it’d felt
Your fingertips trace
A promise
For later
Scrap: A Haiku
I dare us to tell
Why we cannot speak the truth
Or walk together
Pine
I wonder am I woodchips pine
Or golden strands of hay
Shredded bits of paper
With which you warm your day
Do I crackle orange-blue sparks
Or smoulder and then smoke
Dismissed into the dustpan
In one brilliant, single stroke
Wasn’t
Throw away the balance sheet
Said the CEO
But when I pointed to the page
With the account of my dear heart
He looked at me, He said to me
Girl, then throw no pearls
Citizen: A Haiku
If, as a traitor,
I meant to show I love us,
do you stand with me?
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