Why then, the pool of flesh on the floor?
Why then, the hearkening back
Again and again and again?
Linoleum and helplessness
And bargaining
The feel of it all
On my knees
My shoulders, still
A Mother’s love
It’s why I breathe, still
I answer
Tag Archives: Poetry
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It’s what it looks like to me
Slow-motion
Stopping often
Sub-zero
Frozen hands
Spellbound mind
Wading only
Where often
Others won’t
ito: The Haiku
To keep you pretty
I make a mess of myself
I ought let you fly
Better
This morning in wondering
Wandering thoughts
If I, in your stead
Tough and stuff
Stepped into your shoes
Learned and all
Walked up to me
Enlightened as you are
And took it all back
Reversed course
Been soft
Apologized properly
Loved Actually
What then?
So I did this
For you
For me
For I have become what I was
But better, baby
Better
Only
When love won’t leave you
And asks, “Why should I?”
All audacious and unapologetic and such
Promising glow
Yet demanding descent into grey
Leave behnd the toxic whirr
Walk away from someday
Capitalized: The Haiku
A vision of you
Knighted, with the letter “K”
Not the letter “N”
Peel
Tonight has been on the horizon
A reigning in of the Darkness
Some strange, familiar one
An actual other
Seeking to strangle The Light
See we beyond borders
See we hope
And unable to let go of it
Be away you will
Familiar stranger
Sorry Love
Redeemed I am by you
In ways I’ll come to know
‘tho I am beginning to suspect
It will look like a deepening of my faith
In God
In man
Be redeemed my friend
Within each Precious breath
‘tho you’ve long since crossed that blessed bridge
It feels good, does it not, and so we
Say sorry
No more
Not Nameless: A Haiku
Snowy rock and grass
Through these mountain-pined green eyes
You’re at every pass
He Said in Haiku
She was left for dead
But I need her, so I prayed
And revived Springtime
