(2013)
Haiku about how life can sometimes feel overwhelming
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
