Tag Archives: Poetry
The Thing: A Haiku
Third sentence from last
Right there on page eighty-six
My mantra begins
Miso Not So Bad
Shaved brussels
Not yet past their prime
Fresh peas, though the ideal
Unneeded, now, to build this meal
Please pray with me
My dying wish — the miso’s not gone bad
In the refrigerator way
Kitchen shears that snip-snipped happily at chives that waited just for me
All
Summer
Long
Somehow found their way to the floor
Could be an honest omen, or
A sign of what’s to come
Not my garden’s tomatoes, fool
They’re for another day!
Please forgive the white, white rice
Devoid of what I crave
Sesame to remind me and tofu hacked haphazardly
Tamari, I wish
Here, this delicious dish
August Thursday
I am the tangled mess
The girl of your youth, whose eyes you dared not look deep into
And never said goodbye to
That I saw you, lovely, tangled, too
Need not have scared you
My broad understanding
Your broad shoulders
We were called
To beckon back the lightning that twisted our existence
But for your fear of me that August Thursday
But for my depth that ran too deep
And your unspoken goodbye
We’d have set our world straight
But instead
Goodbye
Tangled, tangled mess
Fruit Nut
Sweet plum
Summer’s crown jewel
Ripened
Smiling, still
Though ghosted
Chipped away at
Hollowed out
Cut in two
Bitten off, but not spit out
For I remain
Saucy
Thus, your favorite fruit
525600 Minutes Too Many
“Be done leaving,” I’ve begged Time
Stop the silence
525600 minutes, almost now
Only just this morning
Done biding for unspoken goodbyes
I threw the clock out the door
Glass heart that it has
It’ll not show it’s square-jawed face
’round my gold again
It Kills Me
I cannot remember the words
The top-ten song that found us there, together again that night
A vintage crimson string, tethering us to our wild years
All we knew in common, refined in the storm of them
I sang to you in the sheets we shared
That now escaped melody, I swear to you, sugar, it kills me
If you heard me, say you remember the words
Mama Failed You: Your Haiku
You on primrose path
Intending to touch, to use
Karma sees your steps
We, Woke: A Haiku
A revelation
A good tiding of great joy
That all shall be well
Curtains
Unravelings rambled undetected amongst the two us
Made their way to a place in our hearts that our brains didn’t know to protest
You, now gone, as a breeze
I, here, in the still
Grasping devotion I do set free
Blameless, we
For the loving words we uttered
For the promises we made
Unaware of translucent thorns wafting betwixt our souls
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