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Seedling, Know
“I love you with every bit of my heart,” and I went on and on
Some pleading to an audience of none
“You would’ve always been the only man for me. You renewed my hope and changed my life. I was so excited about us. We were going to love and take care of each other for the rest of our lives — yes? I was working hard to become a better version of myself….”
Then some seedling
Sown, thankfully
Sprung from beneath the freeze
Reminded me
In reality
Was and were and what would’ve been
Were as empty husks
A thorny nowhere, to which you dropped me
Fields of memories from some cliff you chose
This, my grain, my daily bread
Seedling, know, you saved the hour
Today I’ll reap none pain-filled breath
Educated Women: Our Haiku
You’ll leave, not be left
Riddled by early love-bombs
Hungry from breadcrumbs
Divine Self
Certain and truthful
Your divine self
Not a deity
But still so damn divine
Super and powerful
And superpower filled
Finally and fiercely
Shall step in
Save the day and declare
You’re an unwounded warrior
Don’t you know?
Come Home: A Haiku
Surely the circle
Summoning the soul back home
Is where we will heal
Surrounded: A Haiku
It is only truth
Such uncomfortable truth
Which comforts me now
Our Finest Hour
Our finest hour
And, Goddamn it, lift your voice
Shriek to me from out of the grey
It has been six years and six months to the day
Set aside your pen
Unpoison your wellspring
Harmonize with me
End the endless justification of silence
Of the dark
Lived lives trump safe lives
Remember?
A Making
A going has to come, I know
An acquiescence to the shortened days
A refusing to refuse the night
I’ll clothe myself in skin-tone colors
I will stop hearing creation’s groan silenced
I’ll start feeling good, acting great, again
Original Thought Credit: Nina Simone, “Feeling Good”
Webster’s Hill
Dictionary me
Plentiful of words
Heartfelt pronunciations
I’ll speak monosyllabic, if you’ll listen:
“I-loved-you”
You there on the hill
Webster’s Hill
Hardcover edition
I spoke King’s English
Plain English
All languages I knew
Prayed black-letter truths
Whisper-wished my marrow into you
What fateful stormy day
Opened you up
Revealed your empty pages
What phonetic wind
Took your hand from mountaintop
Carried you from me?
Third sentence from last
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