Tag Archives: Want
Anemone
Be it flowers surrounding
Or the Winter’s death knell
When lush heathers and purples
Fade to sienna sand
May it be with clarity
Or with toment I cry
I want it
I want it all
Want: A Haiku
Our actions, absent
Our language, lacking goodness
Why do we not care?
Shapes
Want
When
In your rusty, craggy, rasp
You speak
Shall the manna cease
I
Reach hopeful
Faithful
And doubtless
To correct your precision
To say This
It Can not
And My Door
I confess
I do need the few things that I want
For they’d help me to walk less only
My heart put to the test
The more longish glance
The brush of a hand
Some help small or grand
And of course, that last dance
Reserved though this is, for the rest