(2013)
This was a haiku I wrote near the beginning of Fall on a day I was feeling a bit under the weather.
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
