It’s here now, all of it
Each luscious ounce and raw and grace-filled moment of it
None waiting nor striving
No rushing to get
Walk and know it ‘fore it ends
Tag Archives: Walk
Only
When love won’t leave you
And asks, “Why should I?”
All audacious and unapologetic and such
Promising glow
Yet demanding descent into grey
Leave behnd the toxic whirr
Walk away from someday
End of The Day: A Haiku
Your saunterer’s walk
My eyes will always follow
Your wish…your command
Our Why
In hope, or pain
Or hope-filled pain
Or hope that the pain will go to hell
We walk forward
Trick
I see the trajectory
By the time this is over
Your hands will scribble of your past in unrecognizable caricatures
Your ink will run dry
Only I’ll have the proof of you
And but for my forethought, but for my need
But for my suffering walk
It’s clear you’d have been a vapor
Shoulder
It’s just my shoulder
There’s nothing inherently beautiful or strong, tempting or freeing
Cool or calm about it, is there?
It’s just an offer
There’re billions of others to stand square with, befriend or lean on
Swoon over or serve with, aren’t there?
Commissioned: A Haiku
It’s funny my walk
Undisciplined Disciple
The wax and the wane
Hats
Ev’ry step a mystery
Sometimes not the pretty type, but just a bloody mess
We each walk the same road, trying our utmost
And whether witness, victim, detective or criminal
We’re left watching, or seeking retribution, a solution or redemption
Hoping
Oft’ to no avail
Small-Town
I wouldn’t wish to sit there
With you us-only types
It’d hurt too much, cut too deep
Magnify my too-obvious void
And I wouldn’t want you to see
What I let y’all do to me
Keep your eyes covered
Should I ever have the need to walk
As part of my strategy
To retire the jeers
To bring my story home
