My
Undoing
Began at the beginning
Defending the should-be defender
All I gave, all it took
There it was, their rain
Always asking
Never, ever answering
I think I thought
It fed me to feed
Now I am fat of myself
And starved of them
Tag Archives: Story
heal thyself (1)
I must stand
Born under some mandate
To remain flexed at the ready
But for this
As I am organic
Cracking apart, waning with each moment
I cannot stay
Staid
For this story
And to tell it
With due care and congeniality
I must sit
little
Pretender, who are you
Why do you wear white at night
Is it true, as they have said
That you should not exist
What trouble brings your heart to act
Where others will not tread
Here upon this storied way
Are you glad to guide me
First Hour
The beautiful story stupidly told
The tragic mistake but for to survive
The far away light by shutter drawn close
The walk long and tall though not yet awake
Gasp: A Haiku
Soaked still in the shock
Of Some fictitious saga
That ended at all
smiles beginning
Do you choose the music you wrap yourself in
Or does it choose you
How does it begin
I’d lay bets you reach out
With willowy fingers
And some silken spider’s web smiles
And ensnares you as you thoughtlessly smile back
Coaxing it close around you, knowing you’ve no need to grasp
And this music and this you and this ease
Finds us ensnared in the silk and the silly
Smiles beginning
This Haiku: Prologue
Start with a simple
hello. Inhale. Exhale. Smile.
End deeply in love.
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