Which activities make you lose track of time?
I lose track of time thinking about bookstores and lexicographer hearts and road-trips from Colorado.
Ev’ry word from you
Stayed away and stayed away
As if I’d no need
Why, Webster: A Haiku
Tag Archives: Write
Houdini
No knowing, anymore
No trusting
Houdini at the helm
While, wide-eyed and wondering
We write
Bookends
I spent those years serving you
Staying small
Despite that I’m an Amazon inside
A queen, afterall
You fought to write the pages of me
Poison pen
Tonight, I prayed today
The book ends
Nonplused
We were supposed to love
We were supposed to marry
We were supposed to write all that
We did
Posture: A Haiku
Leather bound notebook
It asks me to write of fear
I’ll not waste the ink
Like Before: A Haiku
Write, pray, be…out loud
Everything’s such a poem
Here on Planet Muse
Cleansed: A Haiku
Since you linger here
I will write you far away
Each and every day
In Uppercase
Write their names in the sky
In blue and gold, forever scar the clouds
Let Them Believe
For when they believe you believe
They will seek all they are
And with an eagle’s eyes
Pick up Hope’s pen
Chord
This will be a song
Written slowly with red
On parchment scroll
In an ancient language
For a foreign instrument
By the blind forced to see
In the dark
This will resonate
From the hammer, anvil and stirrup
To the prefrontal cortex
Ending with the heart
For some
And for others
Those fleeted fifty-two bones
Dig: Another Haiku
The Story that is
And the courage to write It
Are not optional
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