She was left for dead
But I need her, so I prayed
And revived Springtime
Tag Archives: She
On the Eve
serpent at My ankles, always
And nighttime evermore
“She should have known better,” they’ll say about Me
She, Me and the similar others
significant others who also ought
Now nonetheless wise to the slither
he cannot: a haiku
every mile marker
shares another grand detail
a progressive lie
Sibyl
she
shall
shine
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
Afraid
Afraid
‘Tis true she might be God’s great answer
Her need may be too wide to bear
She’ll drown you that intellectual dancer
You’d live your life without her care
A Haiku: she sea
Fling far what braces
Oblivion with you, shades
Let fly the long locks
her own poem
He was always his own
On loan
And less of a rock than a stone
She these reasons unknown
Bemoaned
Existing on scraps and on bones
Now with learned heart grown
Wounds sewn
She lives in the no-holds-barred zone
Uneven
Everything. The shiny,
The hot, the wishing for warmth
And that pilot’s still circling
Not caring for landing field light
Or the heat of home afterall
But circling
Higher and away
As if captaining a star flight
Upon which I can only draft
She: A Haiku
I’m not alone now
But she doesn’t look at me
With peace like I’d hoped
