Yesterday
it seemed I missed you
forgetting
everything
in the flood of fantasy
for just one moment.
Yesterday
it seemed I missed you
forgetting
everything
in the flood of fantasy
for just one moment.
Gratitude
“You are just like your mother.”
he hissed,
language laced with poison.
Her voice
low and scratchy
answering another
of my late night telephone calls.
The soft and slow trace of her fingertips
on my back; next to me; right now.
In silence I still hear
the kindness in
her voice.
“Thank you,”
and with a smile I turn
and walk away.
prompted @ November PAD: Day 13
“What about spiders?”
she cries. staring at vaccums
a paranoid cat.
With Seven Tribes deep
and Seven Generations
weathering the storms
What about spiders?
creeping on shower curtains?
napping on your bed?
Seven Tribes survive
for Seven Generations
ready for dust storms
Posted for Sensational Haiku Wednesday!
This weeks Haiku Theme is …Scare. As children, my older brother and I held the belief that spiders lived (and thrived!) inside the vacuum. Please enjoy the story I created in my mind many years ago . Dedicating this one to my big bro!
As I lay dying
I recall I’m just sleeping,
dreaming; all is well.
The morning opens
expanding just to let go
morbid thoughts retreat.
It was not a death
just a rest before the dawn
and i am inspired
by the bright thunder
and rumbling streaks of lightening
stirring my senses
reminding me of
a time I relished mornings
with my own starfish.
Today there is less
darkness within the sunshine
offering me rest.
*wrote this piece years ago about a transition within…from darkness to light…thought I would share it over at dVerse~Poets Pub !
I wanted to write
words formed for you to carry,
succulent and full,
but what I wanted
to say arrived in haiku.
Rhythm rules the word.
I already know
that the tongue cannot create
what I hold for you.
My latest contribution to One Shot Wednesday Week 53!