Damn all that I want
The seconds, their rhythm
How perfect they seem
The song they sing
As though you are here
Championing their entrance
Into the hours, the Days
Tag Archives: Poetry
Plain
Don't worry
I see it
I breathe it and speak it aloud into their confused minds
As matter-of-fact as I will
You see, I must
Remind us
We are still We
Ode to My Susans
Dear deliberate garden
Across the lawn grown long
I ask of you forgiveness
For days of absent song
The week raced past so clever
Don't wonder if I care
I tended needy gardens
And wildflowers there
I vow I'll strike the balance
I'll give and take with you
I'll seek you out to ask your thoughts
We'll praise the morning dew
Is It Poetry
How can it be, the hour's calm
Despite all that is happening here
The beat of the world
Foreboding and loud
Yet the chickadee sings its sweet note?
Wherefore the whims of the wind
At ev'ry map dot, it seems
Churning, marching
Fanning the pain
While the porch chime resonates fine?
What of the flames that burn so
Blue, yellow, orange, then to red
Smoke-filled eyes from the North
Westward heart deeply charred
As the core of your Earth sleeps content?
Familiar
Angel
Sliding
Across familiar strings
And 'round
And down
To where,
To these ears
Seems hallowed ground
Singing softly about you
I love you
Certainty: A Haiku
Over time you'll fly
Your grand wings and your tall crown
Keep them as my gift
Redeemer: A Haiku
After the long night
Of disappointing dreaming
The Good Song follows
The Exam
Love it is
Don't say it isn't
Abandonment it became
Then followed fear
Oh, the prospect of life
Without me wrapped 'round you
Anger clouds
The very-present love
I had and I have and I'll have
Amidst
Two chairs
Empty
Have been
Waiting
Too patiently
Amidst
Soft grass
Overgrown
Reaching upward
Hoping
To comfort
Medium: A Haiku
As the lightning bolt,
directed, truth will find me.
Anyway it must.
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