for my mom
(2014)
My mom is not dead, this was a writing prompt from a workshop I went to. It was great practice. I encourage you to try it: write a haiku about what you would say to a loved one while they are on their death bed.
Hi, this is the first time i’ve ta… Maybe i’m breaking the rules? (chuckles) i haven’t been too great at being… i will address you all more than o…
the awkward girl complains about g… she doesn’t quite understand what… they tell her she’s real and it’s… and most intriguing, which is why… she loves people and making connec…
Oh, how the almighty have fallen because they have sadly forgotten that the higher the tower, that insatiable desire for power; the more unstable it becomes,
Thank you, la luna, for cleansing… for helping me take off my lenses… You give the greatest example of a… empowering me to learn from what i… Your ways are gentle yet profound,
We are not what was done to us Or what we have done Or continue to do to ourselves. Because of the pain. Our pain does not define us,
Trapped in a fishbowl put on display for all to observe. Just keep swimming, back and forth… Most choose to ignore or worse, judge.
Memories pass by, pass through. The heavy ones hit hard. Great posture can help one stand
Recognizing beauty: Here I am. Birds as muses, laughing voices... Transcending division
Can addiction to joy be compared to that of sadness? Can the lost little girl drink tea with the Hatter and all his Madne… If love is the nature of the soul,
Force, tremendous force and pressu… creating feelings of helplessness… And fear, paralyzing fear, trappin… I’ve become my own worst enemy, ag… Waves of heat flush my head as I…
Woke up with laughter there’s no sense chasing after what is not yet here. Sunspots on forest floors, tell me, Love, where is the door?
Human clashing to loud music Orchestrating the environment Into a house of play We won’t be here one day and that’s the point
I’ve been thinkin’ a lot about wha… “Used” is not a feeling... it implies blame to another for my… it’s a way of escaping the respons… and repressing the power I hold
James, my son, rusty vans perch in longing Don’t lack like them
So many facets of the mind make li… we can be so alive and feel like w… we can be dying and feel so alive we can have calm surroundings and… we can live a midst violence and h…