(haiku)
Lael
my dear, dear, sweet friend
our hearts entwined forever
how much I love you
101 Uses for Friendly Haiku
(a haiku collection)
confidante
haiku believe you
haiku believe you
they keep your darkest secrets
I trust my haiku
under one's breath
counting syllables
under one's breath
counting syllables
takes my mind off my worries
thank God for haiku
tearfalls
get your haiku on
tearfalls
get your haiku on
thunderstorms and flash floods loom
let's protect those hearts
stern haiku
my haiku calls me,
stern haiku
my haiku calls me,
sets me down for a lecture
"Pay close attention!"
vision
stoked
haiku fire me up!
vision
haiku describes it,
opens your mind's eye to life:
mourning dove calls dawn
stoked
haiku fire me up!
imagine, little engines,
stoked with intentions
poetry marketplace
"Haiku! Perfect for
poetry marketplace
"Haiku! Perfect for
hanging your tears out to dry!"
I'll take a dozen
clean-up crew
suddenly, haiku
clean-up crew
suddenly, haiku
spring from the depths of my soul
toting love's sweet shards
haiku whisk broom
cleaning out my heart
haiku whisk broom
cleaning out my heart
sweep out shards of love's desire
haiku tidies up
comfort-food poem
it's been a long day
comfort-food poem
it's been a long day
give me the Haiku Special
extra whipped cream, please
it keeps
leftover haiku
it keeps
leftover haiku
always deliciously fresh
warms up by itself
poetry photoshoot
fully-dressed novels
poetry photoshoot
fully-dressed novels
short stories, modestly draped
full-frontal haiku
birds of a feather
innocent haiku
birds of a feather
innocent haiku
rounded up with the others
wrong place and wrong time
pamper your haiku
feed haiku with love
pamper your haiku
feed haiku with love
walk your haiku every day
show haiku you care
47 obituaries
after I read your obituary
I exhaled
now I can walk into ShopRite
without expecting to see your face at the end of the
coffee aisle
now I can turn onto Spring Street at dusk
without thinking Was that your silhouette in front of the
parking meter!?!
now I can answer the phone
without thinking you might have finally found me...
but that was not your obituary
that was a
different lover
<catching my breath>
three down,
maybe forty-four
obituaries to go
Spring Mirage
At the outer limits
of what I could stand
of winter
With the same desperation
as the desert wanderer
who stumbles upon an oasis
and drinks heartily
I saw a robin
My "MICA" Child
(Ode to My "Mentally Ill, Chemically Addicted" Loved One)
I've seen many horrors
I've seen many horrors
But few can compare
With the look in your eyes
When you just don't care
You stand blank before me
No joy on your face
Anxiety hovers
Wherever you pace
Depression consumes you
You hide in your room
My grief knows no limits
Your fate? Death, your doom?
There's no way to help you
You have to decide
You can fight all your troubles
Or not, you can hide
I wait it out, hopeful
I celebrate now
Today you're still breathing
Will you survive? How?
Prayer to Saint Jude
(haiku)
booze has lost its kick
memories haunt and won't let go
there is no escape
Life Is Not a Dress Rehearsal
When now I look back at the dreams I had early
My great expectations, to live a full life
To experience tugging the edges of possible
Learning and loving and giving and strife
I'd invent grand new plans as I worked toward my future
I'd reach for new heights, give great effort, and thanks
I'd achieve my best hopes, and my peers would acknowledge
We'd made the world nicer, we'd closed up the ranks
And while I was waiting for my little curtain
To rise, I'd rehearse all my lines, so I'd shine
I'd press neat my costume and do my own make-up
And fuss with my props and insist I was fine
I argued the plot with the cast, the director
I sulked in my dressing room, far from the stage
I could not see myself in this role I was destined
To play, I would write my own script, as a sage
I auditioned each morning for new roles I wanted
In plays that had not yet seen light of day
I vaguely felt certain the course for my action
Would start, any minute, I'd know what to say
As I read the reviews of my peers in their roles
Their astounding successes, their families, careers
Their latest falls downhill, after such greatness
Retired, now grandparents, years upon years
I feel kind of jealous, like I missed my calling
But lately I realize I never did start
While all those around me were playing society
I sought perfection, deep down in my heart
Never did I think I'd ever have trouble
In finding my place in the world as a star
But I've stumbled blindly, alone and in circles
And missing my mark, I can now see how far
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