Me here and you there
Spans no true distance at all
My soul’s tug tells me
Tag Archives: Poetry
This Haiku: Heaven and Early
Pane opened, barely
Breeze falls in, clings to my spine
I should invite you
This Haiku: Better Than Brilliant
Kiss my path today
Brush your brilliance ‘cross my ribs
Sunshine say my name 
Walking at Villa Terrace Decorative Arts Museum; Milwaukee, WI
Koala Tricks
One ought not say “no, never”
But never applies to this
Never show up
With just a heart and a cup
To the Outback
Uninvited
Should the King of Kangaroos
In royal penmanship scribe
On crazed parchment
Rambling that you be present
Test the bid for
Eucalyptus
Honey, Come Home
The attempt to describe what must only be felt will, at best, leave one longing for proof
It’s the warm, vintage light and the welcome white noise -eager footsteps not shuffling to greet you
There’s the “thank-you-God” eyes and the rules about kisses that apply to goodbyes and hellos
The dinner hour near, it is time to give chase to the table, for the smell of the sauce does compel
Do you picture the taste, do you sense the good love, do you dare touch the gifts from above
I left the light on, my account is not wrong, but again, you must feel for yourself
Oh, Flora
I’m not afraid to tell it
How the flora on my left
Likes to brag to all the fauna
That she’s taken with the West
Maybe ’twas the mountain
Or the headlands on the coast
Who touched soft upon her shoulder
And of whom, ’til death, she’ll boast
This Haiku: Day Early
They’re red. They’re lilac.
And in your honor, flannel.
I will let you choose.
Shakespeare’s Cup
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “S/he Said.”
She asked him to wish and he said,
“I wish that were tea. I wish that were me. I wish there were we.”
“Fool,” she smiled. “Now that’s true madness.”
“Ah, just as well then,” he remarked. “But loan me your cup?”
This Is July
Commemorative colors
Spinning, lighting up night’s sky
Birthday candles, Birthday candles
Bringing tears to eyes
All-Stars, will you teach us
What teamwork is all about
While we wander in the mountains,
Reflecting lakes up in the clouds
We move just a touch slower
Its the heat -we don’t ask why
Time to take off shirts
After all, this is July
Disguise
An irritant
A tickle
A poke
And lo,
A prodding
An advance unrelenting until
The rush
The reaction
Hadn’t dared hoped for
Not unexpected
Still unpredicted
Tears without rhyme
Laughter sans reason
That spins
And sends
Then spikes the heart rateIt addicts
It tricks
Who beckons who
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