Wouldn’t we wonder
Wouldn’t we seek
Look up
Wait for words
Wouldn’t we ask for our lives
Wouldn’t we give them back
Stand down
Receive the Word
Wouldn’t we fight
Wouldn’t we push through
Speak up
Deliver the words
To Would
Tag Archives: Poetry
Then Flow
What right to realize, to move…to dance
To breathe, to be, then receive
The destruction, after all, was vast
Yet
The beautiful opportunity, now, at hand
To awaken, to erupt, then flow
What wrong to commit, to not move…to not dance
Lost in Space
Never is not a length of time
But a condition of the heart that wants to believe
And would welcome help
Understanding has capacity
Yet, will not blindly accept
An old soul you must assure, as you walk it across the street
Fight — innate in these bones
Blood-born, not a choice
The sun will set and rise o’er the strive to set things right
Love is what I was
Love is what I’ll always be
I’ll never understand why you didn’t fight for me
Statuesque
Leggy
Considering going dancing
And, cannot care whether the two-step is solo
Reminiscent
Keeper…giver…wayfarer
A better time…a good time…now is the time
Blooming
Stationary, unwary, worthy
Holding all manner of good secrets to share
They/Them/Their: His Haiku
They’re rehaunting them
The wonderlands they once roamed
Where they killed their Queens
The Good Day
The expression,
“Thank you, friend, for your habit of breaking me
For stepping forth as straw-to-camel’s-back o’er my tendency
To give every ounce of me
— despite your toxicity —
That there’d be 100% in we
Unbeknownst to me, artificially
This Union, to me, most seriously
Meant the world, was my all, yet somehow saw me
Move from true joy that was ever deliriously
Full
Into trouble
Taking my sanity
And the strength of me
So that all that I am is now what you see
A human, who failed to live with the clarity
Of the value Jesus saw when He died for me
Here I sit
At curbside, calmed, and quietly
At His cross, listening, finally
To His voice and not yours, you see?”
has early — this Good Day — crossed my blessed lips, gracefully.
Kingdom Come
City rain sounds
Like Heaven I hope for
A pitter-patter safety
And while slumber keeps me
An open window
An unlocked door
Ms. March
She, in her warmth
Feels without question
As a cool cloth to the forehead
The solar flare she wears
Increasingly into the night
Declares darkness no longer a dread
But a mystery to move through
Past the lesser light
Back to dawn’s delight
Revolve ‘round her
Thrive with her
She, in her warmth
Galactic Gale
Would you, dear Earth, leave me to be, as I dwell ‘neath your blanket of sky
To taste, unattached by these gravities here, of our galaxy’s fervent hope cry
Relentlessly tethered, I helplessly feel that I cannot know her secret tales
Unless you calm-quietly, wait as I seek, reach, and grasp the next galactic gale!
Capital I
I’ll invoke increasing ire
“How dare she,” they’ll surely declare, haughtily
“We want war — sacrifice is what she’s for!”
Cameras and courtrooms
v.
Chaos and cartoons
I’m irksome
Ironic, too, I’m told
Relationships of sinking ships
I Quit
I Quit
I Quit
Case of The Century
Grand. Beginning. Finally.
Me, at the center
See?
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