I met you
Through some avenue
In a trip around the sun
That always seems to shine on time
On a whim
Supernaturally
Light of my nine lives
For what purpose is certain
Tag Archives: Poetry
The Book and I
Name what it’s called when you cannot help but
Address each and every creature and the
City of emotions that washes over you, leaving you in a
State of awe? And, for those who feel
Zip? What do you call them?
Sunshine Peak
Once a mountain there was
And a woman most worthy
As any woman is
Taking aim, then falling away
With purposeful looking
Set sight on a different mountain
On being a different woman
And she is allowed
As any woman is
Bad Poetry
I don’t seek
Or hear
Or care to obey
Bad music
Bad news
Or bad dreams
Or even dream at all
I don’t have such luxuries
Spin: A Haiku
Someday when I spin
It’s your voice and my honor
That is the rhythm
Such As It Is
Today promised me nothing
Fine, because it provoked me bright and early
I sit prostituted
In awe of how I permitted
This practice of us
wife of his youth
Do you remember, before you were born, child, how I was sad a lot, for I, back then, was always the other?
While he, in utmost civil tongue, talked and laughed hard with others and shouted and murdered and silenced the me
I talked to you, “It is okay.” and God would keep us and we three would always, always, always have eachother
God danced with us and I with you when no one else would dance with me…there was always and always another
Official
She dressed up
Silly little, frilly little
Dress
For him, for her
Can her smile truly know?
Were the days
Was her heart
Not pretty enough?
Why dress up
Why wrap in shining paper
Already there, forever there
Love
The World whispered so
Possibilities in Haiku
