Showing posts with label Haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Haiku. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

so beautiful are
the colors of your hidden
possibility

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Sail to the Moon

I will fly away
I will sail into the moon
Will you come with me?

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Trust me...


This will only hurt
For a second. I promise.
Boy, you look tasty.


Oh, stop! You're too kind.
It's just my lil' ol' pilgrim
Costume...and my gun.


I'm gonna cut down
My Christmas tree...(after I
Eat dinner, that is...)


(It's no wonder men don't trust us.)

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Business Casual

Dark ink on my shirt.
Dark circles under my eyes.
Dark night working late.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Duluth

If he doesn't come
Back this time, I'm going to
Duluth with Harold.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Motionless

Motionless I wait.
Buffeted from within by
my heart's hurricane.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Water Fall

Come Autumn Come! Please.
Bring cool nights, breezy days and
Rain! We thirst for rain.


Monday, August 8, 2011

On Egg Shells

I'm sorry before
I begin. No chance of praise.
Always wrong/dumb/wrong.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

What Happened Here?


What happened here... back
When these walls were as young as
the hands that built them.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Imposter



A monster they say?
Humans are so gullible.
Eeek! Here comes Nessie!

Dorks in Love

I may be a dork
But I am loved by a dork
Happy dorks in love.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Mercy

I'm at your mercy.
Now. But don't get used to it.
I'm not a pleaser.

Self-Scuttled

Fear covers us and
To save ourselves from drowning,
We sink our own ships.

Monday, May 23, 2011

hear me

hear the words rising
from the breathe in my body
i am not afraid

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Apart

The pain of missing
Softened by this, though apart
Together in heart.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Toothpick My Eyelids

Too happy to sleep
Time is at a premium
Caffeine required

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Cycle of Red

Red of a blood sun
So short a time remaining
Brown, dead, again green

Monday, March 7, 2011

People Are So Strange

    People are so strange.
    You never can predict them.
    Shhh, just go with it.

     photo: Parke Harrison

Friday, March 4, 2011

Spring is on its way

Spring is on its way.
Tart, light, sweet. It is waking.
Puker...bask...release.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Lo (ahhhh!) ve


"Hi, my name is Love."
"Oh, um, take a step back please,
You're a bit too close."

What is this crazy
thing that I want so badly
but fear so deeply?