which way
points to the heart
stop go caution run walk
it's sometimes painful sometimes pure
live it
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which way
points to the heart
stop go caution run walk
it's sometimes painful sometimes pure
live it
live it,
share it, give it,
offer it, care for it,
create a love that honours it,
respect.
respect
is a tall tree
standing in the forest
with roots that roam for companions
yearning
yearning
is a slow stream
grinding at the shoreline
watery wishing it was a
river
CR...i think i need a bathing suit....i long to go swimming...
river
flowing lazy
heedless of direction
wing'd salmon jumping homeward bound
the urge
the urge
to dabble toes
in the tides' welcome bath,
remove shoes, insert feet, let waves
unwind
('night, LW)
thank you cd...for sharing and playing haiku...till next time..sweet slumper..
unwind
the string that ties
the present closed. Unwrap
the wrapper. Receive the gift of
my heart.
my heart,
for now not mine,
they are meant for lending,
when life and death are more than one
can take
Can take,
But cannot give
Of herself or her means
And so she is isolated-
Alone
Alone
within my thoughts....
screams penetrate the dark
demanding to be heard but none
can hear.
Can hear?
Of course I can,
he said, touching his ear.
He hears me now and lives within
these hands
these hands
will cradle you
in wings of love, my sweet,
protecting you, and forever
held close
held close
the bird shivers
wings at awkward angles.
A fallen angel, victim of
progress
progress
ran through the years,
walked steadily through some--
and stumbled across civil wars
often
often
the clouds gather,
rain falls, wind blows. Sometimes
blue skies and sunshine fill me with
summer
summer
grazing bees' flight
drifting on a silk breeze
buzzing away through mindless maze
hive-less
hive-less
what should he do?
honey do this and that
his legs are heavy with pollen
to drop
to drop
a dew or two
on a leaf, wintry night
calmly waits, cloaked in navy, plunged
in gloom
in gloom
she sat waiting
the glittering knife held
in her hand tight. Waiting breatheless
waiting
waiting
for the next train
rain in steady drip-drips
under sheltering umbrella
brain-soaked
brain-soaked,
blood, guts, and gore,
zombies stagger blindly--
must be another Bruce Campbell horror
movie
movie
love and popcorn
silver screen is not seen
by the kissing back row lovers
dark bliss
dark bliss
hanging by threads
enchantment reflected
alluring scents simmering
the catch
the catch
to a full life
is empty out as much
as you can, then fill in the blanks
with joy
with joy
my daughter grasps
life between her small hands.
Oh, to enjoy the simpleness
of fun
of fun
she will never
have enough, if only
we resist the urge to make her
grow up
grow up
grow in, grow out
early harvest is good
preserve her tenderness and joy
top shelf
top shelf
where all the best
things are. Placed beyond my
reach I stretch but cannot grasp the
goodies
goodies
way up on top
cannot be reached by you
but if you lift her she can see
the best
the best
moonshine, ice cold,
stings like a hard snowball,
a kiss from the devil herself,
more please
more please
more joy, more love,
and please more heartache too
all of life's feelings make me more
alive
alive
in summer's sun,
in autumn's clear dewdrops,
in wintry mists, and in spring's greens
i dwell...
i dwell
within myself
straightening this and that
putting back the knick knacks of time
dusted
dusted
deep images
down to faint gloomy rays
of hued confusing colors, points
abstract
abstract
bright colours splashed
canvas soaked, dripping wet
paint cans overturned, brushes set
aside
(aside)
Are you quite sure?
A Horse! A Horse! Cannot
You hear? My Kingdom for a horse!
Bravo!
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Bravo!
you are the best
your work moves me to tears
see how it stands alone but asks
for rest
for rest
alone does sense
the mind's ability
to organize life's catalog
of time
Of time
expect nothing
but a line, a passage
from then, to now, to an unknown
future