Tag Archives: Pray
Like Before: A Haiku
Write, pray, be…out loud
Everything’s such a poem
Here on Planet Muse
Forego
It is early
It is late
The bell is tolling
The toll is rising
Here we are at dawn
‘fore the human storm
Early risers pray
Darkness be too late
Signs
Cat hair blanket
Cry in’ pillow
Red music sheets
Too-tall mattress
Concrete headboard
Trackless dreaming
Find a secret place
Pray
My Fiction
You fashioned this mountain.
You daredevil.
You shapeshifter.
You inspected, intended.
You daydreamer, you.
Each pebble.
Each fossil.
Each Boulder.
Each vein of pure gold.
Each step to lift each.
Pray, now what?
Pray, tell it.
Pray, storied or droll?
Pray, how is your view?
Pray, what will you pray?
Today: A Haiku
I Learned. I Noticed.
I Wondered. I Do Believe.
This Is How I Feel.
