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Polluted riverWhy They Walk: A Double-edged Haiku
Real Live
What man, after all, needs to glance up from bed and find gauze curtains with crochet flowers blocking the morning light
When is there any right time to feel the frustration of taking to task offspring, not his own
Why, I ask, would he ask for the bounty of trouble, help, and honest beauty She brings to the table, when there’s plenty of “elseness” on his plate
Who’d wish for a real-live helpmate when the workshed walls are already perfectly papered with such willing hands
Where is there any avenue he’d daydream for a walk, anyway
Oh, love
Prise: A Haiku
His eyes ripped from him
His willowy walk stricken
Will bring back my smile
Said And Done
I speak for the masses
The sides of me inside of me
The arrested phases that do not know how to grow
The girl who grew, too tall too soon
Somewhere in there, a woman walks
Head held high, chin and forehead gently jutted
To the sun, she says
And she does
She does love
To do, to be
She questions me
To lead in love
That gives me pause
First steals my breath, then intuits me to question her back
What of the times you sought to love, to befriend
To be a friend, although in need?
They knew nothing of love!
Friendship foreign to them, they offered an attack
An inevitable abandonment
This is life, and you cannot opt out
You cannot, too, jump ship
You cannot not love, friend
She says to me
She strides onward
To the sun
Kinetic
We look ahead at sixty now
The gander, grace-filled
The graceful goose
Silvery fire, calm
Wondrous!
So we wait and keep walking
Flying, when we’re able
But never again bewildered
If we would not be this
We could not be that
Original thought credit: Ms. Joni Mitchell; “Both Sides Now”
A Walking One
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
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
