my Society
thought little of me
accept the breadcrumb trail
beg for a Holy Grail
return home empty handed
scraps to be demanded
now I know what’s true
honor is for me too
my heart the goldest medal
demands that I not settle
Tag Archives: Poetry
alms
There’s been a weaving
Of a different kind
Than I’d once meant
Now completed
This bastard
Has undone me
Speak: A Haiku
There’s so great a need
So many of us searching
For loving kindness
We Are Us
I needed us to take back
On my behalf
The so much that I’d missed
Some stolen before I had a voice
Some stolen as I stayed silent
So toy store visits decorated our days
And I made decisions
With only we in mind
Word & Deed: A Haiku
You’ve treated the truth
as a hip-pocket secret,
to be tucked away.
Another secret
(whispering): You’re a gambler
with no hand to play.
girl genius
She would seem simple
She would wear gingham
Carolina in her blood
Straight talk and backbone
Not a chance she’d want curls
I’m not sure if she’d laugh
But her eyes’d have a smile
And her voice’d have a lilt
When she’d call kindness home
Found Now
The whole of you fills my days now
Those little pieces of you
Busily, brilliantly quieting
The noise I thought never would leave
The noise I feared would leave
Gloriously
Quieting
unworldly: a haiku
I do. I don’t care.
I can see what that makes me.
All you wouldn’t want.
What Will
Tomorrow I didn’t ache to add
My take
On the sound of falling snow
When I was down I wasn’t determined to describe
My spin
To the din of footsteps dancing
That life lived, I proved to honor
My Maker
With silence, happy silence
Clip
Yes it Is true
We are not the only ones
Wearing damaged front bumpers
Crinkled and crunched
Out of zeal
Loose now, at the edge
Rambling, but hanging on
Let your body write That check
Cry for a Day
Then Stop
No One hopes to hear
Such crashing about
