Released and tight at my sleeve
Or slipping from its safe house
Acting like there’re big plans
And it must lead the way
So down ill-advised paths I am drawnHaving been locked away
For a lifetime or more
Has done nothing to cure a penchant for big dreams
But dwelling in elsewhere’s place
Has me to know to lock it back or bid it away
Tag Archives: Poetry
May 7, 2016: A Haiku
Too much metaphor
Results in the fall away
Of people, hearts, home
“cement”
It’s extraordinarily tough knowing this
That its smiling roots with the system became one
Yet none surgeon nor modern-day savior can sever
It’s the pain of the years that no needle shall touch
It’s the radioactive frosting on the most delicious cake
dox•ology
For
as long
as I can
remember,
cinnamon and honey
together
has brought nations
to their
knees.
The Banjo
If I could call
My friend
I’d ask first
About his breath and the whether there
Was mint in the air
That he couldn’t help but still discern, despite all that was on his mind
And about the heights he’d seen so far this morning -by the way,
That magical-calm-of-a-song you’re playing in the upstairs background
Must be for me
I’m glad you called
The Dash Between The Years
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
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
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